The Morality Police
That sound she heard was small at first,
like the humming of bees,
low pitched, distant, deep in the earth.
And then they were upon her
Their shouts stung her, their fists
moved like wings about her
They flowed over her like poisoned honey
And their sticks drew blood
They caught her wrists, they tore her hair
Screaming, cursing, beating
They pulled her back to the hive
And when she fell to the floor, they left her
She was not their queen,
not Mahsa Amini,
not any woman, ever