Whore Beasts

         What a strange concept; man and woman. The fierce battling of the sexes, the endless gender wars.

        Were you not conceived betwixt the thighs of a whore? Was it not from the breast of that "weak" creature that you suckled and grew from?

        You try so carelessly to keep her so small. Are you frightened of her strength? Are you worried that something so soft could possess more power than you? Why do you feel so threatened?

        Is it because you kept her hidden away: locked in the shadows? 

        But in your victorious celebration for the land of man you have not been keeping a watchful eye. You see, secured in darkness she has made love to the demons you placed in her prison. Her vision adjusted to the cimmerian shade. For now it pierces through the most bleak egos.

        Her tongue diligently lapping her wounds; has split in two releasing the sugar you demanded reside there. She has sat gossiping with her "hysteric" emotions and the language between them became foreign to you.

        The soft skin you adored and abused has become calloused. Thorns emerged from her like sharp razor blades. Bleeding the cries "DON'T TOUCH ME" and revoking all invitation in heavy sighs. 

        Your chains no longer make her steps quaint and trot. Her dragon like talons adorned in jewels and gold paint. No longer palatable, she lingers in her gait as she dares any man to stand in her way. Her steps crashing through the echoes of silence.

        Her body bare and no longer confined by constricting fabrics and cages; it breathes. The sun comes to worship her shoulders and navel.

        The princess you locked away in that minute box has evolved into a grotesque beast! But oh how the Earth rises to kiss her in greeting.

        Oh how you gawk in jealousy.

        In solitude she strides through fire, flames licking at her flesh like honey. As she reaches through the fabric of celestial bodies and brings forth souls to rear from the spirit realm.

        She faces failure in a world built by you; for you. But in her magic she succeeds in defeating you every time... yet you still haven't realized.

        For her sisters and her wait for you to become level with them on the battle field. Why do you continuously lower yourself beneath them and claim it as victory? When will you see? You will never be their equal.

        You have given the beasts too much time to sift through the soot of the ashes of their sisters; finding pieces and reassembling themselves and one another. 

        You could never have the courage. The patience. The strength.

        What other "fragile, hysteric" creatures do you have locked away?

        What would your birth whore say?

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