Untitled draft: Thoughts of Cain
I wrote most of this in a meeting yesterday as part of a pretty big personal project I’m working on
(TW: cutting, extreme physical dominance)
The dream is always the same
I want to fuck you like a foreign film
Dark quarters, black bootprints make
With no subtitles to get you through this
Blooming bruises on your pale chest
And I’m a country that you don’t ever ever
Ever ever want to visit again.
…
Your turn.
…
Man Ray inspired cello carvings
You pretend. I’ll pretend.
Primal etchings recalling
You’re just like I projected.
Collective earth memories
You pretend. I’ll pretend.
Of metal splitting skin and
cut, cut, cut, cut
My body map rewritten
Inquisition style conquest
Line up
Over marks that used to be mine
Bloody. Criminal. Justified.
Roll camera
Claim me in the name of brutality and
cut, cut, cut, cut
Erase and repopulate
There’s so much
My mental frame
Much much more skin to break
With your curated collection
There’s so much
Of demons and valentines and
cut, cut, cut, cut
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