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my body is the temporary
beginning in the flesh of my carrier/carried back into the depths of The Mother—
unrelenting dissatisfaction bleeds cries of despair
wishing to transcend into the ideal Other;
once/within youth, pulling the fabric of my skin [spot the deformity]
my body is an object
so dump me within the confines of your arousal,
entangle me in deception/let us engage in deadly symbiosis
for the lies of love pull me into the fix of ease
my body is a placeholder
so tell me what to do.
make me perform for your reward;
ignore all possible manners
i am nothing but your Servant/determine my survival
my body is a memory
inviting a dive within the depths of my grief...
enter my time capsule:
see/hear/feel/touch the scars and wonder
How Did You Survive?
my body is inscribed with the colors of atrocity.
chanting the horrors of “unwanted child”,
staining the sense of worth; of self; of deservingness;
[the misfortune of being birthed in this form]
my body wishes it wasn’t—
unsure about how much more it can take
(beating the sound of discomfort) “let me out” x3
my body LIVED
IT LIVED
IT’S LIVING
IT IS ALIVE
my body does not forgive
—Juno