Phool
A liar bitch each day she sings metanoia, so her yesterdays don't count. She will not be chained for her ill deeds because she knows better....now. She drinks the blood of her offspring and bore the babe of a hangman whose name was called by the crier as noble. But those who know him true will tell you whose pockets he pict and all of the wives whose skirts he slithered up when their husbands were away at war. She knows five words in every language and goes to church on Friday though she just...can't... decide if she believes. But the evangelists give portions for every time she listens to their sermon and her stores are pact full of the first fruits of hopeful preachers wishing to win her sorry soul. She made a mother of her daughters and a smattering of her man sons. Believing in forgiveness, she has never repented. She swears that life is beautiful but has never worked a day. She believes she is shrouded but today Themis has brought her scales. Kali has come for her neck, h...