Sturmwindgeweht in Hände voll schwarzer Federn - für düstere Dichtung

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« Afly »

I want to test the masculinity out of me.
May I please tear you up?
Your cells apart, one by one, until I know what masculinity makes you up?
Dear guy?
Dear madam, dear neuter child who stares at my mistakes
in anxiety hopes to never ever
become something like me.

I need you to die so badly.

And egoist wrench
I take my seat as you laugh shitfully down upon on me
You whisper your daily delights of suffering to your friend
so viciously.
I hear you
not really,
I hear you calling my name
by a third person perspective
insulting
me
sitting side by side on the same table
with me
hurting me
I killed your place straight out outta my heart
so desperately.

May I take my place
somewhere within those rotten innards
of the rat queen
squintfully eyed, she died
somewhere between you and me
unwilling, you say
unable, I know
one of many too challenged by the rat race.

I do not want to steal you
your face, your cunt, your brain, your wings away
I do want my sparks to mirror the light of our galaxies unvisited
I do want to stand for my awkward attire
demand my place in my skies, afly
I don't want to waste yet another life away
I want
so badly to love you

dear butterlie.


EDIT (COMIC RELIEF):
Manchmal gibt es Smilies, die sich sehr leicht falsch einsetzen lassen, weil man sie schlechtäugig misserkennt. Es ist schwer, sie zu wiederzufinden, wenn sie so schändlich sind, dass man das Tilgen so gerne vertritt.