Composition of a Woman – Candice Louisa Daquin

It’s impolite I know … to accuse Despite formalities when years hence Your savagery remained a chapter stuck In my throat, wild thorns, without succor. We danced in broken tread, my composition And womanhood, cut into paper girls each Missing a part; arm, chest, hand, kidney Smothered by the need in you to destroy Bluntly […]

Composition of a Woman – Candice Louisa Daquin

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