By Hypatia Artemisia
I’ll be your wet dream,
I'll be your femme fatale,
I’ll be your good little girl.
Look me up and down —
Don’t I look good?
Galatea to your Pygmalion.
I'm no creature of flesh and blood
Cut me, and I’ll bleed ink
My lips are red, my cheeks are pink.
My bones are marble,
My skin is paper,
My heart is glass.
Beauvoir to your Sartre
(Second Sex, Second Sex)
Arendt to your Heidegger
(Oh, the banality of you!)
Wollstonecraft to your Shelley
Plath to your…
I can’t even say his fucking name
That bastard.
Daddy, daddy…
“Every woman adores a Fascist”
I’m through, I’m through!
I’m nothing but the object of your gaze
I'm nothing but a fantasy
Gone, vanished
By the end of your post nut clarity.
I’ll be your manic pixie dream girl
I’ll be the one that got away
I’ll be the one that came back to you,
Stroked your cheek,
Held you like a mother would —
I’ll be the one that stayed.
Yes, yes, let me drown in you!
Let me lose myself in that
Hedonistic haze...
I’m wild and I’m free —
Medusa to your Poseidon,
Daphne to your Apollo,
Artemis to your Orion,
No, no, you can’t catch me!
Hurt me (so I don’t have to hurt myself)
Love me (so I can feel like I love myself)
Fuck me (and fuck you too!
Everything I fear in life — I want in sex.
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