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SassyJ Oct 2018
I’ll lay here and let the sun make love
Penetrate the shielded part of my being
to bear the brightness of its warmth
right to the base of the unmoved core
and when hysteria sizzles time passes
right to the century of the ancient timeline
where women sadness was denied access
only to be healed by a scientific ***** massage
that gentle movement of finger in the pelvic
to bridge the eruption with the explosive paroxysms
where a woman would relive forgetting
all the unattention behaviour bore by their husband
women wombs would be removed so as not to feel
women ****** desire would be numbed so as not to feel
women would be sent into asylums so as not to feel
They are ****** women confiscicated to a domestic gloom
Let them tend to the men and gain no societical standing
until the doctors got tired of it all, with broken hands
those cramped fingers and supportive bandages
tired of motioning and fumigation of the libia
with sweet smelling and relaxing oily lotions
It was as simple as that...... the change of notions
and the innovation of the handheld vibrators
eradicated hysteria in mere 1952........
Reading about Hysteria as an illness. Dr. J. Mortimer Granville pioneered the labor-saving ******* in the 1880s, when his electromechanical invention was patented. Originally, only used as a medical device, before then the doctors administered ***** and pelvic massages as a medical intervention.
Well, it could be a myth.....
Once I broke my left foots ankle
snapped the tendons from the inside bone
Now I wear the burden shackle
life dampened, imprisoned by this supportless zone
The things I used to do cannot be done today
When I jump or run with unattention
the earth moves and I become the fallen one
Near the wheels of zero gravity
is the only likely remedy
Straps to boots super stiff
a way to ride my lifes riff
Happyness found in action
soft social atraction
from genuine interactions

Im happy that I can walk still
and that Im not terminally ill
Bridget Reynolds Jun 2012
Sometimes I feel like a dog at your feet
Just some stray you picked up along the way.
Not a dog you love or really care about
Just one you scratched behind the ears and it stayed.

A dog you forget to feed sometimes
You forget to play with, too.
But here I stay…begging ”love me, love me…
…I’ll do what you want me to”

…What a stupid dog I am
Always ready to forgive your unattention…
When you do remember to feed me…
Or throw the ball for me to fetch

“Throw the ball, master, throw the ball!!!”
Did I fetch it the right way this time?
Maybe this time you’ll let me sleep on the bed…
Or maybe I can spend some time with you…

Maybe…

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