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You think me domestic. A wind-up toy.
Playing house – a play-thing then. Chisel
me open no make-believe no
polka-dot interior. All adamant-bones,
wrist-iron satin-stitch choke-round
my lacy-cage. I am demon. I am
dungeon. I can’t control my
canines. Blistered wedding dress on a
meat-stake. I won’t be given away. No
one owns that right I do you don’t own
me I do. I-do-I-do. I do. Can’t buy me at
a grocer ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| I will play
muddy. un|warranted I am filthy. un|
contained in a small molten bottle
with a glass-ceiling. Slithering on all
slides
What a spill