Bitch
The voices that called from the darkness
could not see me, but somehow still knew
I was there. Anonymous body,
I was their mirror, their mocking
jay. I was voiceless by choice,
determined to teach them about emptiness,
but the lesson turned awkward
when they construed silence as depth.
They gave me gold
frame for my trouble.
I broke on principle,
wore myself as earrings.
They labeled me stylish,
started worshipping rags.
I wrung myself on a clothesline,
a pitiful attempt at escape.
The rope snapped
all of us back into reality.
Now we wait in darkness.
They pray for justice.
I pray for their tongues
to fall out.