escape
it's only here i can tell them
what they need to know
about the woman they love,
they long to hold,
they adore.
she is a whore and a traitor
and, above all, so proud
of her blood of a Christian denied
because He died
and never woke up again
in her world.
she is a joker, a stranger, a
merchant of luck; give her
your heart and she'll know
how to kill it and tear it
apart.
it's only here i can warn them
only here that her hand
is free to write, write, write
become more than a whore
and a stranger.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Apr 27, 2008.
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