If the world were a woman scorned,
She would look at you with eyes like glacial pools -
aquamarine and opaque with the sediment of bitter retreat.
If the world were a woman scorned
She would snort like an erupting volcano -
spurting lava and blowing ash in fiery frustration.
If the world were a woman scorned
Her kiss would be a vortex in the ocean -
a swirling tsunami of plastic tangled seaweed and rotting by-catch.
If the world were a woman scorned
She would bite down on her ruby lips -
and shed the blood of a billion conflicts into your mouth.
If the world were a woman scorned
She would roar like the woman raped -
'Why did you not stop when I said 'No more?'
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