"CLAP, DEAR!"

May 24, 2023Editor Underground

Women never begin as human beings. 

They are earth and clay, molded into sin. 

Apples bitten, and boxes opened, sweet syllables 

Dripping like honey from lips, kisses of venom. 

Wars are started over her beauty, and won over her claim. 

You are the witch’s cackles as they engulfed her head in flames.

The red moon spilled across the cross and bled ashes from her grin.

The flames licked around her outstretched arms like wings.

Although her incantations melted, the curse was unleashed.

Famine

February 28, 2015Editor Underground

Winners wear medals on top of pyramids 

and look down at the losers,

though some say winners only look ahead of themselves,

always trying to find a way to achieve more,

never content to win once, starving to find crumbs of 

the essence of success only to consume it whole and move

on. I escaped from citizenship in order 

to speak out, grappling at the hope for freedom and free will.