disquietingmuses Broken
She moves about
Like a broken doll
Pieced together
With wrong parts
Here
And there
And yet
Somehow
She excites me
As if her bones rubbing
Were like flint sparking
On wood
And I think of her
Impaled
Like Frida Kahlo
Glitter
Covering her body
A horrible vision
Of ethereal
Mutilation
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Adrienne Lee
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