She chewed the cud
as any human would do
and it was returned tasteless to her mouth once again.
She digested it so it can never return
as any person would assume
but it was soon there and in her warmth ever again.
She spit it out in utter pain as so of a burden;
as any woman would do in breakage of freedom
yet I found out that I have become the cud...
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
