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[bellturtle]

Penelope and her obsessive compulsive tapestry
the woman wove a forcefield
She threaded it into her hair
stitched to her skin
A rich mancala of color and light
dominated by witches, mermaids, monsters
and Gods
A hint of master's face
flickering in torchlight
raised and eyeless
lit like a blade

one night she cuts it out
shreds it to ribbons
and floats down to the beach
naked save moonlight

the gravity is unbearable
so she joins with the sea
only to wake up the next morning
and weave it all over again