Monday, February 11, 2008

A Dozing Damsel fights back.

Locked in this attic.
These plastic hips can't move that way
legs won't bend in that direction
breasts are not removable.
I've been your Sedated Beauty,
had the needle's prick.
I'm no stranger to heights,
no foreigner to "stay put"s and "don't look down"s and
"keep your hair away from that window".

Didn't your mother teach you?
"sticks and stones will break your bones".
Sever my knots,
surrender the blade,
back away,
I'm done with this tower.

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