Sunday, June 04, 2017

XΧ, mother of a serial killer









You're a XX. One Χwrong cannot do your a birth right.
Flowers crowning your fear is May's tribute to the victory of genetics.
The rebirth of canibals, testosterone freaks and violent offenders.
If you are a lucky girl, you tame the killer hormone in due time
And create a respectable future out of your lifeline.
If not so blessed, you create more females fighting for their life.
The world is grand, prairies are beautiful; in daylight.
At night,
bodies decompose in them,
female limbs hang lifeless,
A tribute to climate change
And the endangered species,
All cut short
From axe, knife, bullet, or plain entitlement.
It's a reality show.


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