For all your little curses
Your tiny crosses
That you string me up on
For your taunts and your sighs and your
Fucks
See if you can raise them up
Go and bolster them
Look
Look at my staunch specter
My self-start
And try to give complaints sound
Place the voodoo dolls on their feet and seek
To make them stand
I dare you
Unsheathe them from their shrouded
Shelter of shoulder and lip
Let them smolder
And see how long they last
As their frail little baseless legs
Teeter and splinter
A spindly balsa logic
Give air to your grievances or watch them
Scatter like sachet powder
Beneath my departing feet
Author Bio:
Sally Fox Maple earned her English degree from Florida Atlantic University; she now pursues her Master's in Motion Pictures Screenwriting from the University of Miami.
A songwriter, Maple is now singing and performing with heavy metal band Brütal in Boynton Beach, Fl. Maple also plays women's professional football for the South Florida Swift and is known for writing The Endzone Airwaves, a blog that showcased the trials and victories of the unknown heroines on the gridiron across the globe. More can be gleaned from Maple's website, www.sallymaple.com.