There is only dissent

Every new announcement

Feels like another strike across her

already bloodied back


There are no steps

On the path to awakening

There is only descent


She must enter the dirty



It is open. It begs

to be felt


She sees the death of her


She pours the water

Into the next cup

Lifts her hair

Off her sweaty neck


She was born for this


She bit the apple

Pricked her finger on the needle

Bargained her voice away


She wanted to taste it

To lick every drop

Of life


And it swept her away, for a while


She looks outside herself


Pretends she does not know

What lives inside her body

Pretends she cannot feel

What is eating her alive


She is sleeping beauty

And no one is coming to save her


She must awaken herself


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