The feeling, it's sinking.

[badcinderella]

The construction of a woman
a woman is not made of flesh
of bone and sinew
belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe.
She is manufactured like a sports sedan.
She is retooled, refitted and redesigned
every decade.

Cecile had been seduction itself in college.
She wriggled through bars like a satin eel,
her hips and ass promising, her mouth pursed
in the

Comments

[asti68]

That's an excellent poem...I ask the same question often, of myself and other women I know...when will we realize we needn't live like this?...hurting ourselves physically, emotionally...WHEN?