lamb & serpent
This place was revolting. If you were anything less than perfect, they'd kill you in a heartbeat. No hard to imagine though. Men and their violent rules. I've heard stories from older women who remember what is was like when we were all equal. The world was different then. Now I'm just hopping to be given to someone who will feed me once a weak. I'm pathetic. I wish they would kill me now...
Soul blisters
There are sores and blisters on my skin I know not from wence they came after the morning light sprawled through my sill I felt the hands of time ticking backwards Reminisce on past duende I was like fluid running between iron framework some would swear I was too arrogant I took the form of a space-occupying lesion The blisters lasted a few years before they coalesced together like a wave reminding me the past never hides away this tumor can only be carved with laser