several times
several times of holding back the smoke
that fills your lungs with the air of a thousand corpses
sorry rob zombie, it just won't cut it
to see thousands of women, dead in this
misogynistic ideal you call a blockbuster.
we won't watch your bloody rape scenes
because my sisters are there
my mother and all the women who came before us
watching the same moon wane.
and no I won't buy into it.
because it happens very differently where i go
where my sisters do not bleed unless the
moon tells them so.
they to do not hurt and they are not made
of wax. they are solid and the only time
they scream is in the throes of passion.
light a candle but not underneath her.
that fills your lungs with the air of a thousand corpses
sorry rob zombie, it just won't cut it
to see thousands of women, dead in this
misogynistic ideal you call a blockbuster.
we won't watch your bloody rape scenes
because my sisters are there
my mother and all the women who came before us
watching the same moon wane.
and no I won't buy into it.
because it happens very differently where i go
where my sisters do not bleed unless the
moon tells them so.
they to do not hurt and they are not made
of wax. they are solid and the only time
they scream is in the throes of passion.
light a candle but not underneath her.