I writhe unrested, unabashed in my nudity. Come ugly prisoner and take sight of me. I am the you that wears the prettier coat,
but beneath our flesh... only the one who marks us knows who is closest to his beauty.
How is it that a single instrument can reduce me to tears shed without the shame of this winter's regret? I loathe the hypocrisy of men, I feel the coils of them poison this skin instead.
They crawl out of the womb blood stained and blind, awaiting to press themselves against the honeysuckle breasts of divine. Milk pours into their tiny mouths, later used to press their weight down on pregnant women.
I ne'er in all my years felt hatred spurn in the seed of one who is forgotten to me. I thank thee for the grimaced and shallow poetry, as I bleed the memory of you out from under me. Behold breath takers! Wash the soot and filth from your past lives. What a sight is this, here we are again...
Welcome to the land of milk and honey.