//Freedom//

I'm pressed upon
At rising levels....
At vocals,at thoughts
At breaths and now at beats.
Little had I known;
That consent meant lack of choice,
An achy uterus and silent cries.
And numerous nightmares
With open eyes!

(Full poem in Caption)

I'm pressed upon At rising levels.... At vocals,at thoughts At breaths and now at beats. Little had I known; That consent meant lack of choice, An achy uterus and silent cries. And numerous nightmares With open eyes! So,I resorted to disagreement. And disagreement sighs... As you left me With bleeding holes and lashed thighs. Never mind... Pardon me for once And again; For mine's no longer flexible To content your wisdomed privilege!? And curse me hard; Until the lust in your core Destroys the love in mine! Allow me a choice, this time.... Uncaptivated by promises or lies. And let me nurture those rising levels My words,my mind,my nares and heart To be malleable Yet tensile. Unlike the half-hearted 7 circles Around burnings woods And fragile oaths. The bondage we were meant to share The institution of marriage they say. Freedom is all I ask for? So, free me from the distress. I'm frail to be your mistress. #curse#marriage#distress#freedom#uterus#cries#privilege#circles#oaths#levels#malleable#bondage#Yqbaba#tpmd#Inkslingers#wp

21 JUN AT 2:26