Ah the flared nostrils sigh in pleasure, hint of garlic and chilli waft in ,
Sprinkled into the cup of yogurt, the sour notes tickle my palate,
At the back there is the garlicky goodness, all comfort, for my soul ...
To soothe my soul, for the day is shaky, in fears, in lost senses...
Lost days, those that I had pushed to the back, as I touch my todays,
My loss of self , my anguish,
Now they have gripped me again,
For motherhood was just a taunt thrown at me as I held my dear child ,
My tears to just hold my own baby , my entreaties all naught,
To the sperm giver ,was it all about power, all to torture ?
Today I seek solace in a simple senses of taste ,
For the dark forces gather again , the deep dark soul drunk on power,
Thiers it is to destroy woman, call themselves 'man'
Lecherous beasts, dared you to stop me from be by my children,
Yet in power , you wild beasts dare you rule my uterus ?
Dare you breathe , lest your vile bile fill your black lungs ,
Sputter you beasts as air grip in its loss, lost from you for all eternity...
Dare you debase me , all "me's";
Then yours for eternity, through generations shall be the veil of death,
May bilious heavy air be forever yours, envelope you ever ...
poem by Peace crane 3 (05/04/22)
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