"Whose fault is it, if I get raped in my dreams
and then when I’m awake, I destroy men
and don’t even realize what I’m doing or why
my mind is diverging them into torn and broken
and then when I’m awake, I destroy men
and don’t even realize what I’m doing or why
my mind is diverging them into torn and broken
rubble stuffed in one sandwich bag after another?
It’s not like they’re all just pieces of meat and
It’s not like they’re all just pieces of meat and
it’s not like we’re nothing but holes but
in one dream scene, I stand up for myself
and tell a guy to shut his mouth and the next thing I know
there’s a dick in every one of my holes to show me
in one dream scene, I stand up for myself
and tell a guy to shut his mouth and the next thing I know
there’s a dick in every one of my holes to show me
what my mouth is good for..."
from my poem "DISPOSAL" at The Plot (An online literary journal by Villainess Press)
read more here https://villainessplot.wordpress.com/2015/07/20/disposal-by-juliet-cook/
read more here https://villainessplot.wordpress.com/2015/07/20/disposal-by-juliet-cook/
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