He-Art
he-art
she-art
who is an liar
push me to the side
watch me deny her
copy-cats parroting
my brutality
segregated
merit
ing
but me
an
purse
he-art me
in your purse
as your pink button gets sewn into
an
nurse
you are painted so pretty he said to me
staring at my breasts and panting
he made it hard to breathe
all his love he was
revamping
he looks
he looks
he looked again
my lips glossed
as he reads
my hips
are
tossed
for he
worded me
nakedly
this he did
an
does
with one fingertip
he makes me slip
breaking my heart
when
he
recites
he-art
?
...
..
.
Copyright © Wool Man | Year Posted 2018
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