Rorschach Test

Two lovers holding hands

A rabid
All bones
Limbs disjointed
Cavities in its body
Nothing
But two cold, confused eyes
And a previously “cute” button nose

A settled butterfly

A face
Sneering
Beckoning
“Come, come”
Its eyes merciless
Deceit’s a siren from afar

A mask for party

Two strays
Climbing up, up
A throne
A king sits, his face painted on
Revolution and greed intertwine as one

An ink blot
Me
You
Everything