Caught in a series of monologues,

an untimely proclamation of self.

Daubed, tweeted,

reworked, and drafted –

a reminder of escapes from the underworld.

Subsistence combined with distance,

the elite re-emerge,

the shisms re-align.

The redness that we fight over,

a sharing of sorts.

Monopolising,

the force of tactics,  

the Russian doll  of resistance.

Bringing her back,

reigning her in,

feeding her,

starving her,

beating her,

enraging her.

She has more layers than you.