He rips up my dress,

my skin turns into hard bark --


my blood into sap.


Hij scheurt mijn kleren,Er zerreißt mein Kleid,
mijn huid verhardt zich tot schors --mein Blut wird zu blassem Saft --

mijn bloed wordt bleek sap.meine Haut Rinde.

Poem S1278
Amsterdam, 2021-11-04
Metamorphoses (Ovidius) - 1
Apollo and Daphne
Column "Het hout" ("The wood", in nrc; 2021, Ellen Deckwitz)

Collection: Whirligig Scribbler
Keyword: Rape (psycho-soma) 
Tribute to: Ovidius 
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