Mona's Demons
were kept in a drawer of curiosities,
illustrated with colorful adjectives.
Her mantra was slightly embarrassing...
naked cheesecake photos...when repeated
endlessly in a group of elderly ladies
on a Christian tour bus in Vatican City.
Sexual demons calling themselves fantasies
and mental images from Eros, she felt like a
shepherd-lass on the run from her frock and
from the Nephilim. Yes, they still
exist,
the giant fallen ones. They continue
to
scour the planet for Mona, hoping
to find a
nymph of the wood...on their wood.
But Mona's demons remain in a drawer.
©Mimi Wolske, March 2014
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