BROKEN (a triolet)

She took death pills while counting her curses. A brutal husband and a barren womb… Her disconsolate heart, grave grief, nurses. She took death pills. While counting her curses, Her fidgeting hands scrawl suicide verses. She hopes to find rest in a quiet tomb. She took death pills while counting, her curses, A brutal husband… Continue reading BROKEN (a triolet)


Merry, they shatter my cherry The same cherry I had denied The prince I love and cherish! “Let’s wait till our wedding night” Now I’m forcefully taken I shed a painful pile of sighs! Brutally rude were the dudes. So mean! I rained curses gasping in pain “May they suck agony and end vain”


Oh here comes dusk That reminds her Of the night pain Pain not of body and spirit But of pride and prejudice Not of race nor class But of rape, molestation and abuses Not to the constitutional Grownups, but to minors, Minors just off their mother womb