Monday, January 7, 2013


Spatulate, he descended, with primeval urge
To deflower the unravished me
While i spent a life intoning dirge
That could not let me be.

In the interstices of waking and sleep
He haunts my pubescent dreams
His aerodynamic flights of obtuseness creep
And unravel my pristine seams.

Yet the singular act of violence he inflicted
Made me, in history's portals embalmed
Though variants contingently constricted
My victimhood was irrevocably becalmed.

Feminists, from my story, emblems purloin
While the pantheon of legends i rejoin.

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