I know there are things that girls’ demons
Can do to take them out of power.
But if love can cure a seaman’s
Heart, then what of a girl’s flower?
Would it drive him to make her a wife,
Or would he kill it, she be food to devour?
Where is she in life?
And sadly, the cycle’s unforgiving,
Always leading her to damnation,
But somehow she keeps living
With the hope of his love’s defecation.
He won’t change to where she gives strife,
His eternal love will not change on Earth!
Where is she in life?
She is quite lost, she is dead,
She died of abuse because he could not see…
His judgement is now what he dreads.
He wishes to be so free,
Like a player on a good fife,
Yet tormented is what he’ll always be
Where were they in life?
Author notes
This is an imitation of Anne Sexton's "Her Kind," based off of rhyme scheme and syllable per line.
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