You are a duplicitous being -
one day, I will make you get on your knees
to beg for my mercy,
only to have me spit on your name
and stab you in your heart with the dagger of my words;
you're not a God,
you are a mere mortal,
not above any laws
as you wish to be.
One day, the heavens will reveal
what you did,
the sin you waged on my body,
the stain you inflicted,
the toxic legacy you left behind,
and you will return to the grave
as dust,
except then you will have no one, and you will NOT have me
condoning you for your sins,
only because of this damned patriarchy.
About the Creator
Susan Lee
I graduated from Stanford University in 2002 with a BA in International Relations and a minor in Psychology and have a Masters in International Affairs from Georgetown University.
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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