Now, I think of Cassandra
And each word's severed intent.
Am I her descendant?
(as prophecy or gifted)
And each action,
stay waxen
intention,
Is set to only cause pain?
How dangerous it is to wonder
Whether it works just the same
in reverse,
That I should turn
my guilt into vengeance
And heal every pain of the world.
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Cover photo by Flo Meixner
Written April 2022
Free verse poetry
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