by Toby Johnson '19
A stag rests on the bosom of painted ladies, white and fair.
Red lips, charcoal teeth, heavy in spawn-- she is plentiful.
Rice ripples by invisible, watched idly by black eyes,
it is in passing it grows to feed the viewer and company.
Buzzing of glass wings vibration, creates the music of the stage she misses.
Could her heart run free she may let it, to dress in loose robes once more.
To lay bare in the lap of a mortal, exposed to steaming gazes.
Extending her mandible, a laugh peels her skin back, golden scutellum melds from marrow.
She glitters in the noon rays, wasting no time to enjoy beauty.
She ticks a twig antenna and flutters away.