Descent

Sylvia’s ceiling was glass.
She could see armed men 
perched above with orders 
to shoot anyone whose parts didn’t
protrude.

But that’s not how she fell
into an oven.

That happened when she realized,
as all thinkers must,
that thought itself is their enemy —
not sex, not sin,
but a single word: 

Why?

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2 thoughts on “Descent

  1. Whoa, this one really hit me especially with the recent news out of Texas.

    Also, my grandma is Sylvia and I have to wonder how her life would have been different if she didn’t live during so many concurrent wars on women, thought, drugs, etc.

    Thanks for creating and sharing your art, and hope you are doing well,

    Anne

    Sent from my iPhone

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    1. Thank you, Anne! I’m really glad this was meaning for you — and connected to your Grandma. I wonder the same thing you do, how life might have been (and still might be) different in a society that allows people to grow and express themselves freely. I still have hope, but keep one eye on Texas et al. Knowing you’re out there helps keep that hope alive!

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