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So…What’s It Like To Live With A Tyrant?

10/10/2022

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​So…What’s It Like To Live With A Tyrant?
 
by khf
 
 
This is a battle of foolish will
 
pubescent girl
 
vs
 
Wrath’s Own GOD
 
But the stars spinning in my eyes
 
blind me to the approaching storm:
 
the clouds poaching lightning
 
from the thunderous fathoms
                                                                                           no child could see.
 
I pierce his level stare
                                with hope
 
and a pocketful of words.
 
Six Words.
 
SIX BIG WORDS.
 
I am flush with power.
 
A woman of letters
                            has lifted me
                                            above my station
 
dangled a dream in front of me
 
casting me as
 
A would be
 
A could be
 
Scholar.
 
I am washed in the mercy of starlight.
 
Buoyed by the diamonds in my pocket.
 
I Am The Wind
 
the words—my wings.
 
I am a princess
                     caught in the fairytale
                                                      of my own delusion.
 
I wave my 6 magic words
                                      before his eyes
 
The eyes of every angry man
 
who ever was
 
who ever will be
 
Eyes cold
             with molten revenge
 
Eyes capable of incinerating a girl
 
Before the last vowel
 
Of the last word
 
Escapes into oblivion.
 
He attacks with cunning accuracy
 
manhandling the wellspring
                                         of my shame
 
where I hide my naked body--
 
the lone call
                  of womanhood
                                       mortifying my chest
 
disgracing my groin
 
with alien heat
 
and knotted cramps
 
and an ominous seepage
                                    that surely foretells my death.
 
This is the moment of
                                 the fool’s defeat.
 
The air scorched
 
stinking of burnt words
 
and oily sweat.           
 
His. Mine.
 
I feel my bones bleed.
 
My knees buckle.
 
My bowels sink.
 
I am an old lady
 
in need of a cane.
 
So…
 
       This is
 
               what it’s like
 
                                to live
 
                                      with
 
                                           A
 
                                                Tyrant. 
 
                            
khf
9.22.22
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