Woman**

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Speaks for itself

Submitted: May 13, 2008

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I must embrace it. Uselessness.

Who am I to turn to you? Who am I to scream for help?

I lie in a dungeon heart; his arms caress me.

Look up to you, you do not see.

Must I shout silently? Must I whimper aloud?

I am crushed beginning with my body, my mind follows flat.

This is my stance, as dead as death. Consumed.

I fall and crumble, swept with no conscience. I lie under your skin.

I am now able to scream and scream and no one hears.

I can call out for you and you can hear.

Word by word, I am there. Untouched.


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