Revolution of Her

She rode this revolution like a whore
spreading her thighs wide to swallow the world whole
fist raised like she was protesting monogamy
while staring mary in the eyes
this was her revolution
a spiral of lust, sweat, beating hearts, pounding clit
she couldn't get close enough to coming
she went before he could hold her
as he told her "baby, you are amazing"
and she took that to mean her sex was worth having
but he was speaking straight from the heart
his manhood took her laid her out and shook her
but his heart wanted more
good conversation
he was content with masterbation
if only she didnt close the door behind her
he would have told her
"baby you are amazing and I mean it all encompassing,
your heart beats in berry sunshine rhythms of my mother,
warm, nurturing and I want to
smother you with tomorrow until the sun ceases to exist."
but she swallowed lies like semen
closing her eyes tight and believed in
the fate that she only existed in her dreams
she no longer dreamed in color it was always gray
and to this day she has trouble remembering
what a sunrise looks like because she has been face down for so long
gripping sheets in tattered fingers,
splitting her insides until she was hollow
like the moon before it disappears when the sun comes
and she thought it was part of the women's movement
to remove her heart from her chest
and simply rely on her breasts to take her places
she spread herself too thin
until every greeting would begin with an offer
she wore her miniskirts proudly
thong brandished like a metal of honor
because really that's the life she was offered
when she blossomed too soon
told stories of this revolution of her womb
so she began fighting for equality the only way she knew
riding men like tanks into warfare
gripping cocks like steel
unloading cum into her womb
as if she were trying to kill
her future freedom fighters with each shot
she wanted to fuck her way free
from the ties that bind her to the kitchen
the lies that she was fed and believed in
until she found the strength between her thighs
and realized too late that with each mate that mounted her
she would reach a fate mounting equivalents
of walking off a moutain to see if she could fly
her wings had been clipped
like broken pinky promises between soulmates
she never believed in a life mated
only checkmates and her stategy has always been flawed
A revolutionary she marked herself
A whore is how she was seen
waging war on a homeland
that would never quite be secure







***Trying for years to finish this... so the ending is a bit abrupt**