Worth Something

The sky wears her burka tight,
prepares for execution--
day masquerading as night.  

The apple, once bitten,
is exposed--
flesh discolored,
skin swollen,
general revulsion.

What is meant to be plucked, 
was stolen,
and you can’t transform one thing 
to another 
with words well-spoken.

What was protection,
marks her as property.

By twilight,
teeth marks 
and bruised cheeks.

By dusk,
she's given up the fight
and fallen.

6 responses to “Worth Something”

johnlmalone

the opening is compelling as is the Islamic take on Eden prefiguring a fall ; a sad ending —

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. I noticed the sky was really buttoned up a few days back. I am wanting to explore these themes more and more.
  
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  1. johnlmalone
    
    ‘a buttoned up sky’: I really love that; I love your play with language: you carry it off well :—
    
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  2. K.F. Hartless
    
    You’re so kind to me. I think I managed to put off a few people with this one, though. And so it goes…
    
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  3. johnlmalone
    
    I wouldn’t worry K; people get over the odd, difficult post: I’ve had a few of them, met with a blank silence; recover your equilibrium, then soldier on 🙂
    
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SelmaMartin

A sad ending. But I enjoyed “the pen 🖊️ “ that wrote this. How beautiful (though too sad)

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