POEM: THE INSTRUCTOR

Her words were fingers

She told me how to do it

“I am better than you,” she said.

She was Lilith, dressed in black

Heavy wings

 

I needed her instruction

Her encouragement

Her words of guidance

I was weak and she was strong

My soul in chains

Shackled to the ankle of her whim

 

Let the river flow!

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