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Shut in

I close myself in
and raise the walls up high
to trap myself with a sin
I no longer can deny.

Chemistry

Violent romance
of fist and teeth and temper…
for men are from Mars
and the Goddess, in her love,
could not bear to leave our side.

Unintelligible

Gaol for the wretched
Inmates who shout and slam
Ball fists, raised high,
Brought down upon the bars
Encircling the riff raff.
Roaring loudly of their humiliation,
Incensed at their circumstances…
Sadly, it’s their own noise which
Hinders understanding and empathy.

Relief, release

Release
Unshackled, unchained
Shaking, shuddering, rising
The Beast is free!
Howling, grunting, moaning
Passionate, primal
Release