You can be held down
Fractured in time.
It can happen
In the quickness
Of snow falling
On your scarred face.
I walk along the path
It's night
I am fearless in a world
That wants me afraid
Woman as victim.
The moth
Appears like magic.
It flies alongside me
A message.
I talk to it
Like the weirdo I have
Become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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