Wounded Feminine

On entering the tunnel, I see her –pallor a notable shade of ghostly Tattered, her dress hangs in billowingfolds of transparency; she beckons No words pass between us, buther haunting gaze begs audience So, I bear witness to her tale –a gruesome re-enactment of her death Slow and agonizing, her femininityscalded and tortured till flesh […]

Wounded Feminine

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