Womanhood (as it shouldn't be)
like clockwork
it struck when i was sixteen
i thought i would be safe
no one should have what i have
down there
find the common denominator
one second plus two seconds
a minute is too long
and inconsistent
a watch wound too tight
tick tock tick tock tick
talk-
inescapable babble
a clock will stop when
it hits the floor
time is fleeting
time is fleeing
you can't reclaim sixteen
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