Your iconic imagery catches in my throat and chokes me
heavy laden with twisted notions of pornographic patriarchy
I try to turn away, drawn in as steel shavings to a magnet
caught in the wave of energy with every twist attracted
despite sharp edges, splinters and spools, thrashed against
this fence that separates my mind from you, holes peek through.
heavy laden with twisted notions of pornographic patriarchy
I try to turn away, drawn in as steel shavings to a magnet
caught in the wave of energy with every twist attracted
despite sharp edges, splinters and spools, thrashed against
this fence that separates my mind from you, holes peek through.
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