What in the world does Ellespeth do when she’s not on WordPress or being wifely? Sometime she imagines things. Fearful things. Scenes. Moments like this one:
And now, here we are
the left wondering why
why doesn’t matter
that we aren’t lovers anymore
or what my name was
or who you were to me that time
we loved each other.
Come now and don’t deny the dread
of lovers when the witch’s tit runs cold
and reason meets its fancy.