Taxidermy
I ask myself a dangerous question: did you do it because I am so fucking angry and want to break, or did you do it because you are violent and I am violence in the way I breathe and the way my throat felt when I got off that fucking yellow school bus when you KILLED me for the first time
I look like an ugly disfigured mutt subject of the Orient but really I consume meat and make things uncomfortable for you. Do you want to show me your collection of Asiatic objects? Do you want to give me a block of clay and ask me to mold it into one of your gorgeous Jade pots you hoard in your taxidermist library? Make me into an animal, do I do this all day? I live life in my own fucking VIRGIN body when you are gone (you are never gone)