It seems my life is crypticalalways forever ellipticalas I again orbit around myselfanother unread book on a shelf All of these secrets kept withina true bounty of virtue and sinyet left here forever unreadhiding behind words still unsaid A life lived...

What has ever been the curse  of women since the dawn of life?  What is the fear they consider the worst,  calling out only piercing shrieks and cries?  It is their death. The ugliness.  A grave the swinging cradle,...