feminism, a poem

unprepared the unmitigated force of his emptiness leaves her speechless. ‘tell me what you think,’ a loaded question no one wants answered. especially, if this answer isn’t about me and how we are going to live happily ever after. he is after all here to save me from… molded, our boys become warriors. you specifically…

yep…

its the kind of day a hot shower can’t solve the kind of day when even after everyone is settled the house still feels loud its the kind of day when your mind races at maximum speed but your limbs seem to be locked in slow motion its that day when staying in bed is…