establishing rules
to limit the freedoms of minorities
Fascism 101
© Rachel Green April 2025
VI.II
She wears of robe of petrol gleam
like oil spilled upon a lake of blood
and prisms cut from captured sunshine beam
reflected into honey-coloured mud.
The frightful thing surveys the council-painted walls
and where her gaze might linger, blooms black mould
which spreads and blooms, and every spore that falls
she knows will start to shoot despite the cold.
When full-circle brings to bear the lady's fateful gaze
she feels her body wracked with new disease
while sore break out upon her skin, she fears the end of days
has come for her at twenty years, through cracking lips says: "Please?"
© Rachel Green April 2025
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