Words ran putrid
like a horrid infection
puncturing like needles
her minced heart,
and fierce eyes
their hardened armor of lack of care.
‘MARCH HER FORWARD
JUDGE HER TODAY’
she’s tided, 1/2 strangled,
turned
a naked statue unwanted
covered in their spit of abhoration
what once was honored,
now lost
in the fleeting glimpse of a smile drowned.
The truth,
lays,
locked in a box,
in a vault,
in the depth of a tiny speck.
‘FIRE BURNS THE DAMNED’
a slip, drop
poison ebbs
her flickering light
still her heart rages
‘liberty, live.’
‘DIE’, comes the reply
dagger drives deep
amongst their flowing laughter
mixes her leaking eyes;
flowing scarlet red
Axe falls
‘DAMNED ARE THE DEAD
IN THE SEA OF WICKED’
a nameless floating corpse
wind sweeps her cry
‘I am Woman, she is me’