I'll kill my body the way it kills me Slurp slash swing Sweet gore for no audience but me A boy's wet dream I spill out with my stretch marks My breasts are uneven Belly bulging softly, too much Hyenas of men paste their eyes, at will. I spend all day scrubbing them off Their tongues wagging for a sickly touch I should kill my urge to kill Unwanted eyes ungodly stares Unwanted men everywhere I sit frozen, still.
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