Beautiful and strong poem by The Feathered Sleep. Go here to check out more work. Strong, powerful words. 


She is her own past and future

her knees bent behind her

muscles fattened with lethargy

why do I want her? his voice in the distance

why would I want those breasts that sling

slow about her bones like sorrow

those eyes that look as if they have cried

once too often

she is imperfect

she is not new and clean

nor ready for your molding

she is broken and fused and broken and fused

some of her will never knit back together

where gaps form there are questions

how did it come to this?

what made you think you could?

and she defies him with her knees

bent beneath

her proud back

arched taut, ready for arrow

he may think he is in control

he knows

nothing of her will

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