like a curtain, sharply pull
to surround the view
of your fist in her hair.
shove her to her knees,
two dirty books of knowledge.
adorn her crown with
the blackest of hoods
then roughly fondle bruised mouth.
as you lower the chains,
slap her face and
command her to read.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
17jun09
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