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CzechChick-HardCore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A queen licks her wound
intensely attuned
to the fury and wrath
of one psychopath
or…
another.

Heart reaches again
wounded not slain
core splits asunder
pillage and plunder
truth…
hers.

Intuition screams loudly
alarm bells warn soundly
bent but not broken
words left unspoken
deafening…
silence.

No over just through
sight-lines slightly askew
vision is hazy
dense fog of crazy
welcome…
back.

Times Forty-four
her tally and score
of moves close and more distant
this ache is persistent
ground-less…
again?

Footing precarious
from deeds so nefarious
calculated to maim
not knowing this dame
breathes…
fire.

Bohemian lore
A Czech-chick hard-core
stretches her wings
flies higher on swings
than even…
dragons.

No guts no glory
this is the story
of a girl with she-ballz
a glued porcelain doll
making pigs…
fly.

Unabashedly human, and fully unfettered:

~Myla.