Relic Description: "The Modern Woman (c. 2022)"

I have been fossilized,

Buried in the strata of collapsed society.

I have become stone,

Trapped in time,

Like a cage,

Like an insect caught in amber.

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I am a fixture,

A vessel for life,

Yet I am but a holder,

A chalice for debauched pleasures,

An instrument to use at will.

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Appraisers will find no silver,

No cracks inlaid with gold.

I will fetch no grandiose value,

Other than pounds of flesh

Stripped away,

Piece by piece,

Fiber by sinewy fiber.

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I will exist to fill space,

And I will be a space filled.

All my spaces will be utilized,

At the quickest whim,

No question.

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My mouth will hold the foulest of sin,

But will not hold words to speak.

My hands will do the most wretched things,

But will not touch my own skin.

My legs will be opened,

My body invaded,

My soul violated,

My womb flooded,

But none of it will be mine again.

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I will sit upon my plinth,

As the viewers gather forth,

Reading the placard,

Learning my roles and duties,

But never my name.

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Here sits a relic,

Of a bygone past,

"The Modern Woman".

I will be an example

Of what happens to those

Who challenged the ways of Man.

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I can only hope

To be one day, shattered.

Ground me into sand

And sprinkle me in the sea,

Where I'll finally be free.