The Wimp Of The Perverse
Or, The Dangers Of The Habitual Rhetorical
by a female Faust
lash out at the masking
lash out at the fears
because you want instead to be asking
why the fuck no one cares
why cover up & pretend
why expect consolation
or double down & defend
plotting retaliation
for some stranger once finding you
with your half hidden scars
for how you want him reminding you
that your ‘mine’ should be ‘ours’
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