Oh, fear, my dark mistress sweet.
Play me into your arms of fright.
Chill me with crooked fingers.
Undress my calm,
tempt me into hiding:
I will rise.
And you will find the truth of me
has no room inside to hold you.
The truth of me flies
without you
darling.
brooke-cutler.com 
6 replies on “Dark Mistress”
This poem is very beautiful.
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I’m so glad you like it, Julia. This one was very interesting (and fun!) to write. ☺️
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Love! You are a brilliant writer Brooke. I’m not trying to even sound cliche at all. I’m just …mushed brain…as you know. But truly..eloquent, unique styling…and beautiful writing..all of it.
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Aww! Thank you my beautiful CC. 💞 My style seems to have changed since my Misscookas days! No more babies in herb gardens over here ha ha ha. And YOU are a brilliant writer, so maybe it’s a case of ‘it takes one to know one’! ☺️
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I still see the style…the beauty in the writing. I loved Misscookas! But this is certainly you coming into your own 🙂 And ty. But anyone would be remiss in not seeing seeing your talent. I saw it before…just pure beauty and joy..but now so much deeper in different directions. Can’t wait to catch up on what I missed!
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Aww. I’ve missed you so much CC. I’m so glad to have you back in my life again, beautiful friend. ❤️
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