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blood

knives the sharpest
tearing off the intestines
visceral emotions
shedding blood
be it menstruation 
or first love 
that ended in 
in the arms of a perfect stranger
blood and life
giving birth
to new
corporeal 
corpo
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sex

the flickering light or the steady
the reddish-brown stocking you
pull off your slender leg
the light’s still there
remorseless pitiless…

intimacy

she wanted smth else

she wanted something more 
could not think what it was 
amorphous and non-existent, 
mythical, unreal like someone else’s G-d 
yet something she could touch and lean on 
that moves and stirs her up 
and takes her down 
like a violent gush of wind 
rhythmical, nonsensical, 
monotonous even…

beauty is a violation

tattoos or even mehendi 
they look exceptionally attractive on another body 
your imagination swirls 
pretending like it’s you 
whose body has been pierced and stitched 
with a needle 
and paint 
and skin evaporated 
comes to terms with being 
perpetually broken
beauty is a violation

demons

she has been running 
through the forest
under the blue sky,
which on the premise
of magic
was delivering a sermon
guiding her through the debris
of fallen birches
and poplar trees
her dark amber hair
the length of four full spans
cling and scramble
to the shaken trees
and entwine with
forlorn twigs
she runs…