cleavage hastily covered

keys between fingers

how the males hovered

hungry eyes lingered

scraping for the top

nail polish deep red

pulled to an abrupt stop

glass ceilings meet head

bodies pushed and pulled

toys for the violent dogs

beaten then lovingly called

eyes blinded in rose fog

choices given at their avail

a whisper of his power

blindingly chasing tails

forgetting when to cower

stand on two feet marred

pain in tall, pointy shoes

on leashes to not stray far

believing not more to do

for this is all they know

this sick, silent oppression

if devils speak in loving tones

they’ll think hell is heaven

birds free from cages

freedom at fingertips

her fight has faded

he maintains his eclipse