Diphylla @Deviant Art
I am paraffin, you are glass
A holocaust to my freedom
A portrait within and without
You cater only to presentation
I do not interest you
Only the pristine
The possibility
The irrevocable
A diamond would suit you
Better than a woman.
My heart might well
Furnish coal given time.
The pressure of perfection
Murders creativity
Your obelisk penetrates
My symphysis, my throat,
My aorta nothing less
Than dominion will satisfy
Your ego, your fascist wand,
Your grisly hands
I do not exist without
Possessive pronouns
My dog-eared flesh
Is still resilient
But in a few years
The war will spill
From my soul
Into my face
Into my breasts
Into my empty ovaries
Homicide or desertion
I know not which
But I welcome the change
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