Just Because
I wish I were angry enough to spit fire
like a dragon curled around
her egg that never hatches.
Dark magic spins webs
like the silkworm spins her
unbreakablew filigree.
Her pubescent body is putrid.
She will transform into
the mother of more putrid pubescents
who weave us together
in knots pulled tighter by our struggle,
and whom we would squash
beneath the heel of our boot
just because.
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Revision- just because it’s my poem Ann’s I can do what I want ! Ha!
Just because
I’m angry enough to spit fire
like the dragon curled around
her egg that never hatches.
Dark magic spins webs around me,
like a silkworm wrapped in
unbreakable filigree.
Men kill to possess
her pubescent body before
she transforms into the
mother of more pubescents.
She spins and weaves us,
intertwined bulbous forms,
writhing in straight jackets
of our own design,
that we would squash
beneath the heel of our boot
just because.