
We can trace
The fall of any
Kingdom to
Once held together
By love—
Both its power
It’s devotion,
And secrets
The moment
The queen rose,
Seeing the king
Not as comfort
——but as enemy.
Determined to free
Herself from what
Was love
Now made trap
By the bed made
By selfishness,
Indifference and
Apathy which try
To maintain holds
Over hearts and
Minds through the
Joining of body
With the familiar
Lift and lilt of
Love making which
Allows body and
Mind to separate
So both don’t have
To endure the affliction
Of the lie that is
This I love you
At the same time.
For freedom, she must choose violence.
For freedom, she must choose herself.
–JBHarris, May 2021