donderdag 21 augustus 2025

Wield

You wield the word queer like
your tongue cuts flesh, and expect
it to faze me. But even if
you sharpened it on a Dyke,
it doesn't draw blood. It is 
more there for you than for me
to be honest. To make you feel
an undeserved sense of superiority.

If there are worse things to call me
I've used them. If I'm honest,
I have invented spectacular curses
to put on my name. Pain spread sadistically 
like it's pornographic. There is
nothing less I will settle for. You 
and I are not on the same level. Excuse 
me, I got better things to do.

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