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Wednesday, May 15, 2024

shame

To be a daughter of trauma 
Is such a strange thing

To crave and be disgusted by sex in equal measure
In the mess of hands and mouths and touching 
To find both torment and pleasure in climax


Disgust and horror / hunger and relish

Afterwards
I could feel the animal shape of my body 
Its own organism 
And I was repulsed 
Loathing the sexuality of it. The animalistic drives. 

Mentally barren and removed from the idea. 
I want to escape this human skin.
Being trapped in this ghastly form that has these desires is torture.
Free me from this prison.
This dastardly game that nobody ever wins, least of all my true self. 

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