(Un)ethereal, (un)real, Godly-like,My True Form Longs To Reveal ItselfUnraveled, Untouched, Full Of Candy

(Un)ethereal, (un)real, godly-like, My true form longs to reveal itself— Unraveled, untouched, full of candy bars. In the water, I can breathe, feeling no ill, (Un)choked, yet certainly provoked. I am not the body; I am not the mind.

For I am nothing and all at once— I’m the one who could be earth and fire, Day and night, salt and vinegar, Sweetness overlord, down in the corridor. Hide my absolute nature; for now, I don’t want it to show.

What if they use it against me? Could I be more than flesh and bone? I’ll go back to the underworld, Until they are all gone.

If you stabbed me, it’d hurt less. Now, what should I do with this thing inside my chest? Should I linger in loneliness for the rest of my days? Give it to you, Leaving it there to rot?

Eat it; it’s better than not. Should my heart stop beating because the noise annoys you? Does it make you uncomfortable, Sick, anxious, or stressed?

Usually, I’d say, “Do what you please,” That you could break it or leave it there. But you must understand— Maybe you are not worth my love.

I'm so pretty. Do you even like women, dude?

please father

grant me the opportunity to love him

to be around his big arms, to kiss his soft lips

let me be around him, he brings me back to you

I wouldn't be anything without that man

allow me to swim in his blood

to lick his tears

bite his ear

speak directly to his soul

promising that he won't let go

I pray every day that his love overflows me

in between my thighs

leaving a wet spot on the white sheets

feeling the heat

Beautifully presented

like a Christmas gift under the tree

like the spring breeze

like the sea

please father, tell him that I think about him

all day, all night

until my heart stops.

Blessed be the girls who love too much, For the love they carry brings them closer to God, And brings God nearer to the flesh and bones we are.

Not only that— Angels in disguise, With no price upon their longing hearts.

For those who bear the ache of a feminine soul, You should be closer to God, And become one with Him.

I am the forbidden fruit. Do you want me to seduce you? I have plenty of experience in that. See, no one loves me back, and I’m scared I’ll die alone. Beautiful yet untouched, you admire me from afar, saying: "Go, girl, shake your ass!"

And surely, it’s fun— I like to be liked, Jesus Christ! But my heart is worthier than that, and it beats alone, tired and alone, with a touch of sadness. It likes the wildness, the fire, and the darkness. Damn, I was born to love!

So why am I not doing so? Always in the contrary—funny irony, nothing but a parody. Performative whore, your real-life Madonna, your Venice bitch and your mother. I’d crawl for you, so give me honors!

A round of applause for this woman!