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There are nights, so and hushed, I can feel the texture of my tattered soul moving within me. Black tar, dripping, sticky and thick. A soft, slow secretion of indifference slopping through the hollow suit I use as a body.

They say these are the of a damaged mind.

But not I.
To me, is insurgency.

I used to dream of being inside the womb. Fetal universe, black holes and emptiness. Orbiting the massive planet of my mother's booming heart. Tiny yolk body, tethered like an astronaut, adrift in the tranquil spume of desolate bliss. Tiny fingers inching from chubby stems, reaching for that great thumping whoosh of blood and power that wobbles like a god above me. My fibrous head, translucent as a bell jar, would search with great staring eyes deep into the godless dark for a light, for a sign, for anything other than indifference. But the universe would never oblige.

upon me: a daughter of a child and a monster.

Frozen without cold, nothing, unsure, uninspired, veins full of air, soul fading into the umbra.

Who are they to say what is moral when are broken?
Who are to say anything about us?

All this, all this,
And I want to
And nothing but dust

To
To
To

Strangled by a Belt
Strangled by a Bible
Strangled by a Bible
Strangled by a Belt
Strangled by a Bible
Strangled by a Bible