Blunt Force

Why this slow bleeding out
Why not blunt force


He wants to fuck the sad out of me
I might be composed entirely of sadness
And then
What will be left to fuck?

Too large labia
That wish they could fly
Me out of consciousness
Or at least sufficiently into it

My armour turns inwards
Implosion, now

Enough has been expelled

Nothingness doesnt come
And so I breathe through the pain
For it to recede
As my sanity does.

– Aqseer (Tara)

Tara runs this business, eats coffee, flies bikes and cuddles fuzzy things.

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