A Musa Oblectata: A Woman A Mused

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Creeping Horrors Round my Neck

Creeping horrors round my neck
So I put up my hair
Take off the shells take off the shirt
Until there�s nothing there

But still I feel eyes watching
And still I feel exposed
My shoulders hunch and hands creep up
My body tight and closed

The tense knots clench and loosen
Tautness climbs my back
The touch of even my own hands
Feels like an attack





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