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Lydia

She left,
the quiet of dark whispering her name;
the peace she had been promised
dancing just out of reach.
 
Weary bones carried her through the desert Ė
even when she rained an entire life
the ground stayed dry,
cracked into veins and capillaries  
carrying dust and shriveled wind
to her heart and lungs.
 
She hoped she had been enough,
that someone had benefited
from her tears and blistered howls.
 
There was no promise of another storm on the horizon,
but she could feel her.  
MissPoppet
Written by MissPoppet
Published | Edited 23rd Jun 2022
Author's Note
Lydia Becker was the founder of the National Society of Women's Suffrage. She and her fellow suffragettes campaigned for women's right to own property and to vote. After her death, Milicent Fawcett...
Lydia Becker was the founder of the National Society of Women's Suffrage. She and her fellow suffragettes campaigned for women's right to own property and to vote. After her death, Milicent Fawcett took up the position as leader.
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