Vagabond
The wandering vagabond
The wandering vagabond
The lost goddess
A peasant in a crown
It gets hard to breathe when your lungs are full of Smokey self hatred
It gets hard to eat when your stomach is full of bile and disgust
Where will she go next?
The broken princess
The matriarch dressed in rags
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This portrait is vivid, but it takes the whole poem to take this vagabond full of self hatred–full of bile and disgust to get the reader wanting to know where she ends up in her royal rags.