inside a woman.
And the fury of this man longs to penetrate,
this woman.
Me,
in all my darkness and terrifying grace. I use my sexuality as a weapon
in the height of my suffering. In the apex of disgrace.
My gaze burns,
my mouth waters in hunger for combat.
I long to seize and overthrow
the hierarchy of Man with one blow.
A woman's weapon is not her strength. You do not enter combat with a man
screaming and kicking.
You dominate through the intangible domain of sensuality. Ripples of affection
that builds like an exorcism of infinite potential.
The body softens and moistens
to prepare itself for war.
The dark waters of release, the moans that cry out the birthing pains
enter me,
overtaken in death. The black void of emptiness, the yin of all life
exists in this dominion.... the woman strips you of identity.
your Self disappears in the canal of femininity.
We vanquish with our sexuality.
We are penetrated with the sword that sheds our blood. Clawing our way back to mercy.
Crying out God's name.
Burning ourselves like a brand upon his flesh. Mercy me, mercy...
When in heartbreak, I long to overthrow.
And I use my sex as a weapon of fury. I use it to intoxicate
and annihilate.