Slabs of flesh and bone
stuck in boxes
She is halted.
Screwed together by men
in their boxes
She faltered.
Shouted, laughed that from
one glance
Her entire worth can be
counted
She is mounted.
A plaque across her chest
She chews her lip and spits out
hatred
She is not sated.
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PuisiA compilation of poems from the everyday; delivered by a short girl who just can't stand it. Enjoy. Or don't. Feel free to strike up a conversation if there's something you want to discuss. I update once a week so add to your library to keep updated...
