01d1b6620bc211137603e63962827b8c(Pere Lachaise Cemetery.  Paris, France)

She was

an ill little birdie.

Her innards

within their beaks,

a feast

gouging out

her clitoris.

The liar masturbates

under water tears

under the covers.

A beast keeps count.

By now,

they could read

her mind and see through





on the scent of

her own excrement.

Every second

of every day,


as slowly or

as quickly

as you’d like,’

they told her

with no words.


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