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Were I to dwell a day
 in the den of my enemies.
 
 What would we say
 of the corpses they ******
 and threw in the corner?
 
 Their history torn to ribbons
 and chained to the same toilets
 from which they garner
 their greatest thoughts and values.
 
 How many burning crosses
 would dawn their books?
 
 How many hoods for the wash?
 
 Who-
 pray-tell
 
 does the washing?
 
 The husks of flesh cut into pounds
 festering on a shelf somewhere.
 Once colored and cultured,
 now decaying,
 both in smell and in sight.
 
 All by design.
 
 At an oaken feasting table.
 
 I see them eat the termites
 as appetizers.
 
 So many holes, it looks like dry split bone.
 
 Some monstrous creature
 that never had blood to spill.
 
 From the corner of their slack jawed mouths
 I see the wine swish and drip and drench.
 
 They talk about Andrew Jackson
 and the Civil War.
 
 As I fight the urge
 to light myself on fire.
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC
Andrew Jackson and The Civil War
First, Mother Nature met Diana. Mother nature, autonomous woman Place the elixir of life onto my tongue, Three drops, put your mouth above mine Let your saliva drip in Touching the roof of my mouth. I’ll now tilt my head back, Choking as it runs down my throat, A beautiful agony, as always Into my body, Down to my stomach, The tonic of life, Our life. Now we shall create. Amen. Second of all, with fountains of love, they created a child. They went on to call her Rosina. let your bees come in, pollinating, creating life but only under my terms, only when i choose to let them feast upon me let a small peach form on the branches of my womb but let her core be poisonous hydrogen cyanide, to keep thieves at bay if my body is a garden, let it be ripe, ever growing, ever flowering a stretch of soft grass, for us to lay our heads mother, mother, daughter the heavens will sing.
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
women of the world
As the the thin crescent , a scythe Cuts through the darkness So was also the screams of Achilles’ army Being whiped out but the amazons In the night Who am I But woman Am I
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Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 6:22 PM UTC
Female savagery