sometimes anger feels like an orgasm, tastes like chocolate and salted caramel

Sep 26, 2017 19:34

You’re disgusted by the thought
Of the blood between my thighs.

You curl your lip and
shame me at the sight.

But now I know
You hate the thought
that a woman can bleed absent the strike
of your hand.

So lost in your contempt that
when you recoil you forget
you have no teeth with which to strike.

poetry

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spencer5460 October 3 2017, 17:50:44 UTC
Interesting point of view. Very powerful.

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