Drapes are pulled
under this Moon
You're laying there
resisting
suppressing the truth

Possessor of the Freaks
leaning on a Grotesque tree
Drunk
In his hand
a bottle of cheap Whiskey

Mermaid Girl
Wounded your eyes are
Jaded
Sage-green
Bete noire Rising Star

Behind stacked crates
I shall hide
In the shadows
waiting
Till it's time

                          Freedom