#thehandmaid
Cut, slice, saw.
Crush, smash, grind.
**** stab, pierce.
Make them fall,
all in all.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
Tick-tock, I hate your clock.
Ding-dong, the dreadful throng,
bulbous and bland
just like your head.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
Your head is white,
your clothes are white,
your hands are white,
your shoes are white,
but your house?
Your house is green.
Your clocks are green,
your tables are green,
your watches are green,
your drawers are green,
and your walls?
They are green too.
Even I am green.
My blood runs rust,
but clothes flow lime.
My shoes, my skirts,
my socks, my shirts?
All are green.
But then I am another clock.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
A mother’s mourning
first now heard.
Sudden shrieking
tearing cloth and hair
ground beat, pounded,
rage building.
Do you hear it, do you see it?
In heated irons
corpse hangs
wrists burned
through flesh to bone
protruding arrow
pierces chest.
I know you see it, but do you hear it?
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:02 AM UTC
Break the bones, crush the souls.
Doctor’s orders, through and through.
Walk the times, turn the keys.
Hatred’s fire, grew and grew.
No respite, no delight.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC