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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?    
     







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