lix

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

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 //