POETRY | WOMEN

Redeemer

Souring on the vine

SABLE TEARS. Image by Argie Padilla Yañez from Pexels.

Espoused mouths open and SHUT in
Claptrap conformity
She waits her turn for comeuppance
Yet archaic times call for machismo
Salt and sweat, soaked in the ardor of
Double standards redoubling x2x2x2
Two appraisals, hers or his?
Heathen houses house sires and dire
Dames, such vulnerability in arid air
Titillation tongues LICK
Ideations of “purity” from her skin
Yet she’s the girl who blaaaaaaaazes
Trails of foment, fire ire fascination
Fanning fans as they come and go
Fandom lasts far longer than vanity
ViNeGaR
StRoKeS
Vanguard sister bliss, blissful babe
Invocations to vilify success with
Unfettered confetti of virtual bucks
Censored currency of she/her/slut
Conditioning all who see, who know
To bow like blatherskites
For men who bare all like beggarly
Pariahs of the imperious patriarchy
Hushed in hush houses, glass arches
Antediluvian eyes
Fashioned as far back as thy eye can
See, sententious sights so behold, be
Bold and pay a suit & tie piper with
Her wrothful teardrops, staining all
Some shaken misnomer martyrdom
Catalyst confessions crawling along
Viced voices of voyeurs, DEVOURING
Every. Digital. Drop.