Raise your head, Leia;

for I now refuse the bow
that you offer me
as an acknowledgement.

Why must you let
some senseless being enter you
and change you from the inside?

Let me take all
the mockery and bruises
that eat at your skin everyday,

let me kiss the butterfly stains
on these scraped elbows –
they are not your hangman’s noose

and let me see your face clearly
in precious gold, given only to you
by gods and mournful candlelight alone.

So raise your head, Leia;

and strike me with that arrow
from your insolent raven’s eyes –

© Zelda Reville


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