In the corner there sits a woman
Holding her stomach
Within her are clashing knives
Turning turning
No one sees her
Or if they do they ignore her
For she is just a woman
Clutching her stomach
She watches from her corner
And despite her pain
Sees all
With a wisdom born only of suffering
Silent she never tells a soul
But bears her pain with fortitude
And whilst the world acclaims
The merits of pin pricks
She knows her knives
She makes no fuss
Draws no attention to herself
For something has silenced her
It is

The enormity

Of her



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