Listen to me, my sisters, my friends of taste,
I must confess now and not later.
I am in such fear for us,
For the future and now.
Such fear that takes me all over at night,
And the cold sweat that drips to my pillow.
As wind takes an autumn leaf and crumbles it to dust
My fear for us leaves me trembling in distress.
Love is only a fear and lust is just a vulnerability.
Men are cruel and not to be trusted.
Listen to one of your own age,
Do trust no-one but yourselves, my girls!
Life is such a nuisance to us, to women!
The fear and hatred that makes us its accomplices,
They take over me, you, and will take her too.
The vagabond in our way to pleasure!
- October 8th 2024
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