Ammit by Chelsea Eckert
Originally posted on Three Drops from a Cauldron:
Ammit In the marsh I sat on the chimera, legs criss-cross applesauce The gator-head asked me about my envy I said, I just wanted my children’s teeth. O they weren’t using them yet. Their lives are so soft. The second head was lion- shaped and it rubbed its teeth together like it took Zoloft nightly I said,… Continue reading Ammit by Chelsea Eckert
