lxvii

you are ripened
for exploitation
cashed-out open palms
hammer gripped
garbage bagged
three layers tight
bound, soaked, dripping
maws scattered to dust

delicate plastic
wrapped around
your lips
cam light shine
begging to be kissed
drink piss
til you’re starving
for it, bitch

come crying
coked, cut, fucked
bruised up cunt
laugh like fire
through your mouth
taped shut
sit still
its not enough

you’re not afraid
enough to love
ugly fuck
masturbation bankrupted
diagnosis male
loneliness deserving
suffer slow
your credit card’s saved

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 //