She confronted me
In face of chromosomal pride with the
Way that skinny-scarred arms can shatter
Brutal bladed weights too heavy
For the brute’s broad back to heft.
Heart-bound barbs break against her
Thorn-vicious hide and
Each spearhead shattered is a debt to softness.
I stand in supplication and ask
Is it right?
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Author:
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