Scattering Seed

As a pine cone clenches seed,
her will secures her dormant self,
for now she knows the unjust truth
that she will never be lovely.

Younger sibling to a brother, cock sure,
one who has reached his rutting prime,
she cultivates an echidna hide,
cherishes spines hypodermic sharp.

In my class she sits and smites,
can't join them, so impales them.
Toad-like body, limp hank of hair
she revels in her own repulsion.

Raising her hand she demands my aid
so I come, for I know that she needs me,
whisper to her tightly battened self
till a loosening crack scatters seed.



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