xlvii

it means nothing, body and blood
i can shed as much as you want
and it will wash through your fingers
all matter of meaninglessness
hair knots tangled in rusted drains

you’ll forget how to sleep
pipes in your walls wailing
victim speech peeling through paint
promises that you’ll never equate
to anything of purpose, worthless

i wonder if you will ever realise
a pathetic existence parasitic
cowardly inflicted upon women
will never take away the void
of your own eternal insignificance

the image you were made of laughs at you
the victims you slayed laugh at you
the universe fucking laughs at you
you will never know love endless
writhe in your hatred and suffer

existence in poetry //

transgender,
hopeless sapphic
gothic romantic //

revelations in love,
despair, hope
failure, beauty
death, personhood
resistance, healing //

non-indigenous woman
dwelling in Naarm
on lands sovereign
to the Wurundjeri people
this always was
always will be
Aboriginal land
paytherent.net.au //