As the women wolves gather
Amidst the midnight gloom
Seeking along the dank shores
Peevishly stalking lonesome paths
While fending wounds inflicted
Upon the body’s bruised frame
The smell of decay assailing
Throbbing, hobbling joints
Instincts long subdued awakening
Inciting despair, disgust, indignation,
Until their downtrodden outcry
Ascends with outraged reproach
Signifying a requisite, an urgency
An essential compulsion
For insurgency
Camille Elaine Thomas
November 25, 2022
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