Jabberwocky

Wound

“Show me your pain

and I will hold you a while;

Understand the circumstance

that bowed your nobility,

and mixed it with despair.

 

Tenderness then,

will flow from me.

Until I come to fear,

fairly or not,

that your pain is greater

than any love

you could ever have for me.

 

The temerity of it!

That bitch!

 

So I must come

to test my power,

and

weaponising your pain

....try to kill you!

 

To be more than her.

 

I am a woman.

I have a wound.”



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