The damnedable woman and her fiction

      cast down from above 

          – proof that she’s fallen –

                  carrying lies to the flock.

The brothers need peace

           quiet contemplation

                a masonic life cloistered

-Away, away-

Free within to handle their sins.

Dropped upon us like acid rain

              she’s eating – melting –

                     the harmony of our home.

That damned Ripley.

~Sarah

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