Only through death did she

i'm on the incline not a beeline

on a good road not the right road

but fear is rising not declining

(before you go-go you're like a yo-yo)

i'm ready to know yo the end of the tow bro

it's a rip not a drip tide when it rains uey

don't make a chain don't lose your own lives

lock your hands around the good side

because a witch, I can float

i still have most of my parts

i already hold my breath as often as i breathe

having oft washed up on a shore and been tested

you have been raped and found wanting

you my cartoon spoils

somebody startup the tympany drumming

bim...bom...bim...bom...

Writhe, my subjects, writhe!

Strain to demonstrate your subservience

Occupy the lowermost layer of oxygen

This is my day! I rise as a sun!

by Missy
Table 3
Winter Crafts & Poetry Festival

Palacio Bellas Artes
Dubbaberra Chank