Madness

A bell and a spoon fight for her mind
She wakes the mount by tapping the chimes
Running on backwards to reverse time
She screams to the heavens and closes the blinds

The woman, she thrashes, hollars and hoots
The cowering insects elude her boots
My eye looks to Madelynn, where they took root
A hope that she tastes of the golden fruit

© Sayer Teller

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