MY LINEAGE ETCHED IN PIXELS
MY BODY TRANSLATED TOO MUCH
FOR ANOTHER MAN’S EYES I LIVE
UP TO MY STEREOTYPE, WILL,
LEGACY, ONCE MORE: ETERNAL
A CUM THING, BUT WET & NOT WET
IF THEY CAN’T FIND MY CORPSE THEY’LL AT LEAST
FIND A BODY (I CRAFT)
IN A SPACE // ALL MY BIRTHMARKS OUT
OF FOCUS // OUT OF FRAME & IN
-VISIBLE MONIKERS GIVING
A NOT LOVE BUT A RISK WHICH WILL
FOREVER BE MY FUCKING NAME
360P HD ONE WAY MIRROR FOR GIRLS
SO LUBRICATED ON ALL AND BOTH SIDES
(LOVERS, OCEANS, NAMES NOT THEIRS CONDENSED
ONTO SKIN) THEIR EYES REMAIN HALF OPENED//
EVEN AFTER DEATH: ALL OF THEM
WHO DID IT STILL, NAMELESS, REMAIN
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