In the thoracic chamber are two grotesques
narrow pinched features
outward facing like a Medusan mirror
to send shivers down the great Destructor;
this world we know is not benign
and at the turnstile, no earthly bribe
gives entrance to the plush kingdom

Symbolic soul
ugly as sin to begin in the roily water
fashioned it seems by an ambisinister maker
but like the itch of the grit for the pearl
a glass winged ephemerid breaks the surface
fleeing into boundless light

© Laura Granby

Stretched a biological point with dragonfly rather than mayfly species for ‘ephemerid’  but call it poetic licence within the lexiconic choices for today’s  Wordle #117