Writing | Extracts from Maya Lila Journal

Transformed
The old bones
Become her
Throne
She reigns
Queen Supreme

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Silent except for the movement of feathers,
Of Feathers,
Feathers.
Hers

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Sunlight brings mid-day,

Knock

Her door is open.

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A pale vast dawn
Treads on spiders webs
Moments
In the washing of time

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Rose woman
Alone
Bone
China cups gather dust
Lust
Forgotten