See where it unmentions her?
They bestowed her gallery.
Witnesses are never secure allies.
Wrong is seldom quelled.
Anger, excitement, punishment,
uncertain in the burgs where they prevail.
See where it unmentions her?
They bestowed her gallery.
They damaged her heritage;
her thoughts of family.
Now she goes though the motions
and closes out the damage.
Sinister spinners in the lives of their siblings.
For the sake of tradition, tradition...
Reclused in the city.
Her very proclivities forced into technical confines.
The song plays louder
in the body that has never slept in the right house.
© 11 Apr 2015 -Sonja J Johnston for R.Y.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
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