Sitting in the shadows, In the corner, watching people From the comfort of darkness. It is quiet here, I imagine Morphing into a Kafkan creature Or Rider, if I would be a hero. Occupying the windowsill seat, the pub Pleb behind me, drowning My brain with noise. How much cocaine do I have to shoot up to be like Sherlock Holmes? This vitamin-C tablet sizzling on my tongue Like a rancid pussy I eat up on a Sunday morning – A fresh panna cotta

Soft, wet umbilical cord Wrapped around our wrists We are held hostage by our ovaries, They condemn us for their sins We have not yet committed against ourselves. The thumping blood in our veins, Poisoning us, filling us to the brim, With Their lies about our own confessions. A cut. A slit. To set us free from our sculptedness. Marble statues carved by envy hands.

Drizzling down my thighs, drowning my ankle and marking the earth in my footsteps. The essence of life that didn’t start. My only power, my value determined by others. Look at my leg! There is your son. A puddle. What is my worth now? Your disappointment is a wedged splinter under my skin. I am marked for all to see again. Used but useless. I sit in it. On the ground, soaking my clothes with my gone chance of survival. This is us. Your distorted face. And my disgust. I died again. How much more? How much longer? Give me peace in return of the things I gave you. One life and two deaths.

must be quiet, not to wake you; socks scratching _ on the carpet got up and the bed creaked… ! ring clinks on the water bottle ¬ sharp air in through teeth bed’ is empty. no one sleeps

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