⚠Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to ****** assault and misogyny. ⚠ ~ you call the ******
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because the hair between my legs reminds you of a cat's fur? reminds you of an animal that is frightened by the simplest of matters--yes, you call me weak.
but that is just the way you prefer us, isn't it?
with our backs arched (but not too high).
forbidden to leave room for a man to crawl under our bodies.
a man is not meant to lie beneath a womxn, no;
for, a womxn's place is between the man and the mattress. ___________________ ***:
is that all we are good for? __________________ box:
many things can be put inside a womxn, an empty vessel that you believe it is your role to make full again.
storage locker where you keep your **** rent-free.
slab of cardboard collecting filth in the attic. __________________ beaver:
another animal analogy. __________________ cookie. cupcake. ****(in). bean:
to butter up. to Flick.
inhaled, not savoured;
nothing more than a midnight fast-food run. ___________________ mink:
skinned and sold and worn-- a notch in your belt (and your bedpost). _________________ cherry:
popped(!) _________________ clam:
stolen treasure. _________________ kipper:
in the staff room, someone has left an unopened bag of shrimp crisps. A man I work with walks in and says it smells “like bad ***** in here.”
i laughed.
why the **** did I laugh? __________________ flower:
plucked from the garden of eden. __________________ *******:
blackout. _________________ hoo-ha:
a battle cry. ___________________ ****:
a word i was taught never to say aloud
(i do it anyways.) _________________ ***:
you abbreviate our bodies.
our voices, too.
will we never make it to four letters?
(love) __________________ whispering eye:
a whisper is but a gateway to silence. ___________________ You call the ******