Fay Slimm.

Her

 

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.