The Feminine Scorch

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.)

there is this guttural, ancient yank

that agitates my soul. 

a feminine windstorm,

swiftly raising through graves

from the women of the past

who were ripped to shreds.

cellular mutations always contorting,

forever scarred by the breath of Man's first violation.

an inevitable oppression

and a destined possession; 

the infinite weight of her body

never once belonging to her.

the divine rage tsunamis 

over the Patriarchy

as years prattle by. 

controlled, yet not collared,

never to run from her invisible manacles.

She must wear the skin 

of a harmless garter-

yet bears the venom

the Viper left behind. 

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.)