Be Gone


just let me shrink…

Nay, let me instead



Think only of him,

my sweet cherubim.

My chances are slim,

but swim.


Swim fast,

Never wane.

Make love last,

Never fain.


Silly head, be still.

Nay, it’s Satan-be gone!

Spare me painful trills

of past empty bygones.


Desist your painful snarls

Reminding me of the year in time

Where I cast my pearls

Before swine.


You bicker me, foul demon.

You block my mouth with sand.

You ridicule me to think on



Think false thoughts on and on.


-Rachel Wrathall


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