the flowing chiffon billows in the wind
the remains of her torn-up dress have fallen off
revealing the scabbing,
   the oozing,
      the ****** mess that's confusing.
relinquish the souls of the ******, Wise One.
the woman nods and smiles: "dutifully so".
she reveals the martyr's expression of unkempt love.
    in her inner core, once and for all,
        is her furthermost and final foe.