As the full moon arises and the 3 D inverted lense strikes
The world becomes a wretched wobbly habitat.
Unable to stand, the legs are spindly
Water sploshing about in the body
The cutting edge
"How dare you!" begins
Another throttle and battle of will
The tunnel conundrum of hormones and fears
Reverberates and pulsates.
A spindly string of knots in the gut.
She will stand bitter and wedged between the blows
Not to waver.
Bless those who persecute... ringing in her ears.
Furrowed brow a slim grin
Knowing she has done all she could
Not her turn
Waiting on the departure
And when it will return
Arms open to the prodigal lies.
A soft embrace
A fluttering of the winds of change
A rustling whisper