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A Shitty Little Poem

Great awakening 

Of yawning cunts lined in teeth

Blood from the wounds of phallic jabs

Not just our own moon water

Glazes the lips 

And the drops cause ripples that touch

Her and her and her and her

And me too 

Until our screams no longer echo,

But carry their own weight

And our Mother screams with us

("Everywhere, everywhere")

It hurts,

It hurt.

But Wolves are biting back.

Arianna Page