He has the measure of her (he thinks)
and she a clay of skin and bones;
He has no need of feet or fist
when poisoned words can bruise and break
and she malleable
Quiescent (she presents)
yet still within her heart a lion roars;
yet malleable she is subservient.
Moon waxes wanes.
Within the confines of her mind
lion roar morphs to that of bleating sheep;
malleable she is subservient.
Some day the sun will shine for her,
death free her from her nothingness,
until then, she is malleable subservient
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Author: Jiri Hodan