Cunt!

I stick my pen into my pussy
fuck myself like you would wish 
return with slick ink fingers, red 

you're spraying blood obnoxiously 
pathetic lacking masculinity 
with a gaping cavern blackhole head  

you see these tits? these hips? these lips?
these horny, virgin, young doe eyes? 
the siren call under your bed 

I'm everything you crave to own 
your veins seethe with bitter rage 
you'd rather fuck me with me dead 

my darling cunt, ready and loose 
waits in the same shape as your noose 
your feelings hurt by my dread 

miracle! I let you get in close proximity 
angel whisper grazing your crusty ear 
I'll tell you what god said: 

you try to use language as a weapon 
but you lack the skills to master it 
you practice the shape of slurs on your tongue
as training wheel cheat codes for the simple-minded 
your imagination only reaches as far as your porn history
I live as a religious icon on your altar
patron saint of all the things you want so bad 
and all those things you'll never have: 

love. 
intimacy, friendship, companionship, community. 
confidence, wholeness, self-actualisation. 
talent. 
potential. 
dignity. 

i live in paradise behind the gates that lock you out 
plush green, flush cheeks, sunkissed shoulders
inner and around me, peace 
to be me is a privilege of bliss 

and most of all. 
i do not care. 
you are a cockroach in my kitchen, 
doing your most to be a nuisance
just in hopes of getting my attention. 

your existence affirms to me my own perfection 
a pleasant reminder of what I'm grateful I am not 

what i am reminds you of what you're not: happy
and your bitter isolation curdles into carnal loathing

you do not respect me, 
but what infuriates you so terribly 
is that I don't care  

written after witnessing this bullshit on substack: