She holds her gut and bleeds
The wounds can't be healed
Her fears, resentments, and
Crocodile's hands on her throat
Shovel in thy hands digging a hole
Intense desire to control, you wanna
bury her alive.
Like a banana you stripped off her skin
and exposed her shame, humiliation, and
sorrows. You void spiritual attachment; her
enduring sense of hope shall you choose to
Yes, she holds her gut and bleeds; her fears,
resentments, and hidden cries beneath a single
touch her world collapse like a domino effect.
By: Margareth Debrosse