Every breath Hecate took
proved a magic fog
encompassing my mind
with her shifty craft.
Two torches she carries
create no light to walk
in a synapse free brain
shrouded by Medusa.
Avoid darkness
to reside in safe light
keeping dogs and cats at bay
free of Circe’s siren song.
We are all just babes in the woods.
A deaf person who has been pleasantly stuck in a dimension between dream and reality, where my sign language turns into written poems.
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