8 Aug 2013


Sometimes, my corset feels so tight
and my carcass empty,
that I would cut the strings
and eat and drink
all the love in the world.
As the air is filled with it.
My body would be luscious,
the love overflowing.
But it does already
in abundance.
Sometimes, I just want the strings
of my corset tight.
So I feel embraced
in times when
it is hard
to embrace myself.

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