Every two fortnights
the clock is set right.
I take the world바카라™s beating and bleed permission
to nest, rage and cry that I will not supply one more man
to overpower another.
For I am the remnant
of every time my mother let it go the trickle down of the bloodline the heavy flow
of rage soaked over generations,
of anger stored in white knuckles on hold for want of privacy.
바카라˜A room of one바카라™s own바카라™
becomes a luxury
when space time heir nothing belongs to me
except my cunt바카라™s: back sewn; means-of-production: withdrawn, seized, barren, empty.
What are the male names for these?
Dirty Diana바카라™s cyclic spell
like clockwork from hell
chimes: woman, bleeding, rise again another birth, deprived again.
It바카라™s not life-giving-force
if it바카라™s giving-life-forcefully.
