Seven women have been sexually assaulted
in five days on the canal path that runs
by my house.
I hear this news and I want to dress Femme.
Prowl in stilettos through his hunting
ground like I’m asking for it.
When he comes for me. I’ll be ready
to push him into the water.
And if he dares to grab
at the embankment to pull himself out.
I will stomp on his monstrous
hands like a fucking
whack-a-mole until they have more holes
in than the society my daughters
grow up in.
Until they are so mangled
he can never touch
another woman
again.
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