Hard

I am woman
My body is as slender as you remember me
My curvy hips
My enchanting mocha skin
My peach hair
My softness
My love
My heart
My soul
Is here but hard
Hard and screaming and writhing for your torture
My red lips
My jet black hair
My winged eyes that you make your wife wear
My black stiletto heels
See through your rotting soul
I will one day swim in your demise
Swim in your disappointment
Until then I will stay as though you remember me
Hard.



Poetry by *Ness*
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Written on 2016-08-06 at 03:07

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There's a reserved philosophical anxiety about the world around or about personal freedom in being a woman. Loved the way you weaved the various images, making the poem stand upright in it's own.
2016-08-06