Suffrage

There was anger

In her movements

An unnatural masculinity

Thicker than the strands of her hair

 

What she touched burned

Crimson lightning. Sharply.

In her movements

There was anger

 

The paltry possessions she owned

They were nonexistent

So, left with nothing

She walked

Nude

Bared to a world with no courage

There was anger

In her movements

 

And once this world drove her

To wits end�"

She bared her fangs to the mirror

And watched as they grew

It was exotic.

 

She became soft faced

Blood fizzy like champagne

A new warmth in her veins

But was no longer beautiful

Because she buried her anger

 

And was capitulating instead.

Author's Note

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