When we learned of it we became lost
In our hometown. Landmarks repositioned themselves like
Building blocks, some disappearing altogether into the
Quicksand of patriarchy. On dark streetcorners
Women stood in fear for their lives as always, shining of both
Terror and triumph. And if you look back now-
You may see them hardened into pillars of salt.
If instead you avert your gaze, negligence
Will encroach upon the future, spreading
Malignant tentacles over your children and theirs, in
This very body, this very home, this holy space
Shared one with another.
Maia Twedt, permission to repost granted
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