six neanderthal men and you all feel the same,

collect me

like another marionette doll


to hold between your fingers, to finger

while you murmur


fiery blackmail into my earlobes.


you drag your nails

along my rim,



do you take me for a pawn?


kangaroo boy,

I am not your property.


my blood is wailing

from the minefields.


let me be.

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