Set ablaze are raging fires in her womb
devouring her uterus
as shame of her daughter's indecency eats away her humility.
Pangs of disgrace pound on her honor
knocking down her parental guard to powder;
the remains of her rotten umbilical cord that bares a stale offspring.
She wonders where she failed.
If its the fault of how she rears
or maybe they grow their on tails by design.
Alas a disgrace has befallen her virtue.
What pain it is to watch your princess's crown melt on her head
when you never seized to glorify her purity.
but still the womb will not deny its produce
even when it defies it.
awesome
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