Lucifer In Las Vegas by Joanna Preston


tortoise: from the Greek, tartarchos; �god of the underworld�

i. The Fall


As I fell, I burned

through shame and grief

and disbelief and love �

words that trail like smoke,

like broken wings.

Only rage was left �

its silken tongue, its

crystal shell. I fell

through night and time

into the morning

of this world, and

kept on falling.

Once, I lived

by passion�s flame,

but I learned

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