Boudica and I

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Am I evil to lurch after your smiles

Your petty wishes of thuggery over the womanly mind

And I, one of the million carriers of it

What do you see when you think of me?

Bent and bruised?

Hurt and ambushed?

Boudica did not shy from war

She carries the blood of the thousands of Romans who had her flogged

Her rage tattooed on those civilisations to this day

She, an obedient wife and mother of two,

I, her descendent, powerless but powerful enough to kill you

Who said I am not hurt?

I bleed the same tears with which Boudica painted herself a commander

I bleed them dark and light

I bleed them up and down

together

while you watch with your lustful retinas

selling my body to those who can claim it theirs

I watch you with my irises

a shining glow of darkness

you can't engulf me

but I can eat you as I bleed

Don't you know what happens when you bleed too much?

Ask Boudica,

she ate her enemies and ravished their taste

History remembers her for her rage

It shall write me for my hunger.


~ Aazka


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