Ode to Hormones
Violence calls; lust runs rampant
my soul writhes smoldering within me
I will take on hordes of lovers and
fling them aside useless, exhausted
then hunt for more, my hair tangled and my feet bare
I will spill blood, painting myself scarlet
with arterial flow
I will climb trees until my nails are splintered
my wild laughter will be heard
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