Cycle of Abuse
Crestfallen
hellish nights await her
Tears like flames
fail to burn away memories
scorched walls of yesterday
Where are the exorcists, the priests?
Indelible her suffering.
yet greater her tolerance
for the tormentors of her spirit
Where are the guardians of serene sanity
lambs to wash away the sins of the world
extinguish tears of smoldering silence
slay the sloe-eyed misogynists?
Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny.
She cries-
crestfallen.
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