“all of them”
“bitches” / “whores”
his every word, another slice
cut into the skin of the people at the table
why don’t we date him?
why don’t we trust him?
he’s such a nice guy afterall
he preens in the jacket cut from our leather
we sit skinned and raw
as he lathers up more salt
oh, how we have wronged him
didn’t we know that we owe him?
“whores” / “bitches”
“all of them”
“bitches” / “whores”
I mean, never mind the systematic abuse
in which he openly revels
never mind the patriarchy which he embodies
actively embodies
never mind the little mythos he imagines
so he can sleep soundly at night
under his skin blanket
behind his skin blindfold
on his skin upholstered dais
of course he never did the skinning
or so he claims
slashing away at us
“whores” / “bitches”
“all of them”
“bitches” / “whores”
he still owns the leather
carved from still living corpses
and furthermore, he’s proud of it
such a manly man
reminding us that we’re fundamentally flawed
that if we don’t do as he says
if we don’t assume our roles as his objects
“whores” / “bitches”
“all of them”
“bitches” / “whores”
words I cannot unhear
the vaguest echo of his misogyny
each time he speaks
unforgettable
and the salt ever present in his acidic voice
ground into the soft flesh
a broken tooth biting on tinfoil
a petroleum stench to top a migraine
it’s all I feel around him now
our dear master
homogenizing all things unman
and splitting them like god on high
the sheep on his right
those objects obedient to him
and the goats on his left
“whores” / “bitches”
“all of them”
“bitches” / “whores”
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