nowhere woman

nowhere womyn
rusty old blood divine
seeps through her veins blue
and her face caressed from the moon

tracing history with unprinted fingered tips
saddened memories from crusted lips
dried eyes and forgotten sighs
never to be another nigh’

empty hands hold nothing near
emptied heart, scolding and fear
clasped to her tight
suffocating her into plight

she will cry out
stay back you
this crimson and crime
it’s all mine, it’s all mine

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