
Bound her hands
Branded number 1084
Months of solitude inside the walls of Hell
Tame her insight of a bit of freedom
She must carry on with strength
To remain in existence
Enduring the naughty tribulations
Amongst those hands waiting to caress her
Passing her from one to another
Tasting her womb
Like a pack of wolves
Howling in their final eruption
She cries tears
In brevity
Facing her sentence
In strength
Copyright 2007
"Her Sentence in Strength"
Powerful read you have penned here...most definately unique.
Resounding words of "Tasting her womb" and the pic...whew indeed thought provoking don't mind me saying it again.
~From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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A deep diving into the social ocean... "Her Sentence in Strength" flows.
This is a poetic bouquet of orchids.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU