The gazelle flees;
the lion's predatory nature
is beyond reproach.
The little girl dissolves-
her father's misogyny
becomes bilious.
Now a woman,
fear has become her purpose.
Yet what if she discovered
the lion and her father were gone-
that death could no longer molest her.
And what if now the only discrepancy between
having treachery or freedom
is her inability to look back,
let go,
and move ahead.
By Catherine Valleroy
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