what is this pilgrimage she goes on
is it like the wife of bath
who seek salvation behind the wall
of some nunnery
where wild wolves howl for her outside
as we seek to cast aside
her veils
and plunge into the
abyss that brings Joy
are we then the sinners
that it's been illusions in our own heads
wishing she could be
a virgin again
for we might be grateful for the privilege to violate her
is this her road to a place of redemption
where she might cast
aside those aspects
most of us find most
admirable
reflection of our own desires
perhaps not hers
painting her in colors
we ache for and she must live up to
she needing finally respite
from our wanton expectations
we wanting what we
want
but not always what
she wants
and so we all howl outside the nunnery doors
gnashing our teeth
our needs dashed by the walls of propriety
we expect to violate for our own sake
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