Her.
Inward.
More
floods
of salty
distress
whirlpool
themselves
into
loneliness
which hurt and
submerge her.
Outward.
Same
pantomime
carries
on daily
role-molding
her male
as a paragon of
right who
knows how to
control and
suppress her.
Inward
she suffocates while
outward
she fabricates
and those
females now
free and
emancipated
will lead
her to ask why.