there's a little girl within me
so small and so eager
covered with wounds
and scratches and barbs
bruised from experience
silenced by memory
pinned down by fear
she curls up in my womb
fetal and frail
cursing what men
may come visit there
untrusting, unsure
unable to breathe
the big belly breaths
of release
she holds tight her past
and hides it from me
and it's strangling
this woman's uprising
i seek to console her
to hold her
and know her
so that she can recover
and transform her misery
but she's built a wild
fortress around her
pins and needles
a carefully placed grid
around my carnal cavity
through which only
the bravest of hunters
can navigate
go ahead, girl
cry your stale tears
and moan and mourn
for your losses
then pack up your baggage
and leave me
so i can once again feel
and succumb
and become
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