Poems from Atlas of the Modern University
Old legend of woe:
A young flower maiden who
Was assaulted so.
Stranger comes along,
Wrenches her from this world and
Enslaves her below...
Worthless worm, thy work is paltry.
Their words shatter the mirror of myself,
Courage and work ethic evaporate as
Shards of deafening...
The wind whips my hair around my neck –
A gentle noose, taunting my mortality,
My frail life-force, facing off against real power.
I march...
This one's permanently disabled, intimate with the elevator.
This one's relatives have incestuous relationships and murderous tendencies....
I don’t even know what to say.
You’ve stolen my voice.
I can only sit here, fuming in silence.
Pin me to the wall. Puncture my wings.
And...