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ghost album suavage
everyone sleeps but those who used to be giants;
they rest like quivering shadows, with meager dreams…
in the darkness, I turn up the volume of a wild-haired girl band
called Bikini Kill.
bring the fire, I tell her, when you come to my bed. she does &
everything burns. she comes into the circle of flames & I have
my heathen desires: her tits, her ass, her cunt. she’s a wanton
submissive & I’m her ravager. but I can’t kiss her without biting
away remnants of her sundered heart – I can’t touch her
without hurting her.
when I’ve used her & discard her like a rag, hair in tousled strands
& eyes despairing, I tell her to go silently. but she’s a woman, &
she needs to speak:
‘call me slut if you can’t call me lover. I come to you because I like
fucking, I like the dirty things you do to me, the way you treat me.
I know what you are & I want more of you. but if you can’t love me,
someone else will. if you can’t fuck me, someone else will – ‘
what is a woman who gives herself unashamed to a stranger in a
strange compulsion? a woman who knows that today does not belong
& tomorrow is practically gone. what is a woman, except a whore…
(Artist unknown)
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