I want blood,
I want strangeness,
I want you uncontrived.
I want too much
has many meanings.

when I once,
a confused girl,
lost in her own devolving door of
pernicious longing
thought men to only eat things
without questioning where that
came from,
without questioning where God
was (even God changes)
I continued with my saunter,
offered them a forked
tongue and a free ride
on it,
I thought men as only monsters.


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