sister's breath shines moisture upon the blade
it quivers in anticipation.
If she should say just one more word,
but she is muted by fear and fear
itself is her master.
dreams of husbands, fathers, men of steel
slicing her face to
Laughing at the irony of her tortured face
her stony tears hold
no sounds and it angers them.
Quench their moods with shots of scotch,
now she'll never leave, for who would want a face like that?
blood shed by us, enough to fill a bathtub their
remains are swirls of red
For there was a time when we were beautiful
before men ripped us
mothers, daughters, wives.
Sew the drunken men into their sheets
leave the gas on high on the stove and leave.
Toss the match watch
the men of steel melt to pathetic puddles.