stigmata would be no less preferable
when they drive a stake into your cunt
will you thank them for upholding purity?
the sanctity of you in memoriam
god plucking his chosen from the witch-hunt
if it was for your protection
they would have taken their own lives
before they decided to steal yours
swallow shit enough, it will become an acquired taste
suffer to prove that you still deserve less
self-imposing industrialisation
sold into your own enslavement
do you want to belong so badly?
a uterus carved out as a fleshlight?
your value as hunted ivory
paraded until you are stripped of use
the rest of us never had the chance
written clumsily out of existence
or hanged from the nearest bridge
draped in frayed pastel flags
whatever remains will join the rest of the cattle
exported from one cage to another
lost on a list of numbers
until not even the numbers mean a thing