a poem by Nele Brack


i used to have a golden mane

like a lions yellow head

shimmer lucky shining rain

falling down my back

i was robbed of youth and looks

by an owl in female form

written in so many books

is the story of my storm

the man who took me against my will

is still roaming around

while my eyes are forced to kill

he’s nowhere to be found

i could never love again

because my gaze turns them to stone

what demonic monster I am

i’ll always be alone

all i have are the voices

coming from my head

but their scary little noises

sooth me in my bed

my heart is heavy and it aches

i’ll always live in shame

now on my head are evil snakes

instead of a golden mane