In she walks
With the gallow talks
Heavy
Slow
Swinging
Machete
To all the unpretty
Waiting for the crawl
Hearing the banshee call
Swiping easier
Girly, girl feeling prettier
Cutting through the muck
Asking all those who will listen
Follow me?
To my hanging tree
Through midnight shadows
Blood dripping
Screech owls silent
In the deafening echoes
Watch with me
As the girl hangs from the noose
The woman let loose
Slipping through the rope
Into the world
Standing tall
Not bending and begging
To grope
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