Smothered so softly, slowly, and sad
in a seemingly gentle soothing devotion,
her home is a prison, a puddle an ocean
perfumed with jasmine, roses, and brine
constrained by his claims: “you are mine”
she stays and she lingers, while keys
to her prison are rules she adheres
embraced in his arms away from the trees
she seeks comfort, controlled by her fears
forever a daughter that stays with her dad.
Today we are having an Open Link Night at dVerse with me as a host. The first hour will be a live session. Please join us at 9 PM CET (3 PM EST).
September 15, 2022