See inside me?
Day after day, the razor’s bleeding me,
The butcher with his silver axe, loves me, spills the red, and
his fatigued smile frightens me-
another day!
The curtain's been down, I can’t say for long,
Soon the priest in him, with impure hands, with eyes closed
do the rituals, I do the begging.
The fire around, smoke’s my company
I see the deadly veins on his head, squeezing my inferior words,
Dim light awaits an overture, but
all is blood whispering my name.
Will the principles lead him to immortality?
I beg my flesh to rot!
Will the curse wolf down- a many souls?
I beg for a dead heart!
The pantheon will continue to see the blood rain,
till I rise again,
not begging,
avenging.
4 comments:
Respect Monika, respect! This is superb!
Anna :o]
Oh, what horrifying imagery! To me an allegory of patriarchal domination over the female. It makes me think of what de Beauvoir wrote about pregnancy robing a woman of the rights to her own body, as it becomes appropriated by culture, by society, by "a greater good".
This is powerful and engaging writing! Thank you.
Thanks Anna. I am grateful!
Thank you Andreas. Unwanted and agonizing domination over females may consequently lead them to a horrific self estrangement, where death seems an easy option. This may keep on continuing till she takes a stand, for herself, for the life she actually deserves.
This sounds ancient...as if the feelings have been stewing somewhere until boiling...they become one with the stove.
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