YAGA

By Pia Banton

Once a pretty ideal,

I prefer the company

of wild things now -

roaming dark woods

of your mind, howling

naked at the moon.

I am scarlet then.

Your nostrils flare.

You know the scent

of blood. It smells like

desire, like me

wanting you. I've built

a home where you

can always find me

with sticks and skins

of weaker men

and all the ties of

domesticity raging up

against me.

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