Blue eyed Titania tokes on the death of a stub
opaque skin simmers with inhaled cyanide
adding to the titration of the blood in her veins,
on she totters blowing death like Morrighan
wooing menfolk to follow her crone black into the
underworld where maggots fester awaiting
tar lunged souls to their unfortunate
Flash 55 for today’s one shoot sunday over on one stop poetry. This photograph is courtesy of Fay Easton.