With weighty shields
Held up to hunched up shoulders,
She rides, inside inversions of
Javelin games that preceded
Fanatically styled themes of
Within previous experiences
Within emotion’s scents.
Wracked with regrets,
She sought evidential proofs;
That a life riddled
Did not, in kind, deign
That empires had been
Then, decidedly, estranged.
Her discontent in vulnerabilities
Proceeded by winged frenulum strengths,
Fraught in her gossamer threads,
That could’ve been avoided
Had she stopped to think for a bit.