Cotton breasts and legs
Blue eyes gaze in adornment at herself
Mary of Jesus, the light of a woman
Mirror image of darkness within
Scolding matriarch
Warnings of things to come
Open your cotton legs
Open your cotton heart
Open your deluded mind
That creates the apple seed
in your own eyes
Behind stands your darker self
The one whose blackness
Fills your cotton soul
And makes your heart flit
Like the spider caught in
A moth’s flame
Wake up cotton lady
Wake up and feel the truth
Of your silky illusion
You don’t exist
Except in the fantasy of
Your own deception
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