Under the pear tree
a rape survivor
wavers.
Elsewhere a moon
was sailing in
ghostwalk.
Unsteady in human
chain, you wanted
to know, what―
was the logic
behind the savage
metaphysics?
A curse becomes
a daily bread of the
tongueless victim.
How far do I go
to unearth the myths
of nodding religion?
I Know
Not literal and your writing is personal imagery or based on allusions unknown to me, but this one feels like the #metoo. - Stella