Edible, malleable texture extended on my derma, a foliage of peeled organs, burnt insides in dried sebum, a sorceress wilted by her nocturnal, pelvic hair, dense to the seamstressing of the Earthly immortal, a claimed follower, or patriarchy itself, a fervent javelin of oak, on which crawls in wet approvals the tangled naturalness plucked not consensually.