You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call wil — Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
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You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call will you loosefrom another woman's throat?

— Donika Kelly, Bestiary: Poems
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