The Fall
Catherine Garbinsky
Apollo’s spurned affection became a curse.
To see, to never be believed.
Little omens. A dead bird on the sidewalk,
a wooden horse, a star turned cold.
Truth fell on ears full of wool.
Her mouth filled with honeycomb. Bees flew in and out.
Cassandra was the star of a nightmare burlesque.
Warning’s stung like whiskey at the back of their throats.
No truths untold, no hidden doom.
She would not be subdued.
Prophecy revealed itself
in the smell of blood and rotting wood.
Cauldron Anthology
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