feminine stranglehold

a grey room at noon    
casts lonely shadows    
the kind that pull    
on my emotions    
a tomb of whispers    
heard in the corners    
of my mind    
shake it off, i tell myself  
the bleakness of tea cup conformity    
won't allow me to break my binds    
suffocating under the weight      
of my own feminine class    
strangled by my bra straps    
i pull against the fabric of existence    
that seeks to stitch me in    
though if i pull too hard the whole damn    
thing may come unraveled    
would it be so wrong    
to run free like a wild horse    
that has never been saddled?    

Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 17th Sep 2016
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