Feminism, Poetry, Writing

night in shining armor

elles must be saved

the love-bird whistles

after this

particular loss


we may fly

she said with pleasure

they were so joyful all day long


just another chapter for

when your feeling has become

blurry through

‚i’m sure you’re right‘


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