Thursday, February 12, 2026

Rusty Cannon

I feel like a scared little girl.
A raped oyster,
Missing its pearl,
A heavy hearted woman
Like a rusty useless cannon
So they put it in a museum 
in reach of bored little children 
to stick their chew to gum 
on my underbelly 
on my sore skin
and they spit mean cruel words 
like bullets 
at my feet
where I lay my head
and so it begins, 
so it begins, 
I don't snap 
I just bend

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