AlLyssa WOLF
French Coldwave 1983 The scale is fixed Your face sealed Smirking down as the old gods smirk Upon my white eyelet All organs Church and synthetic Undeveloped
To make my mouth Open wide Contemplate snapping The neck _ No union Only a unity of materials
Anything
The movies teach us Violence is slow
The hair’s in a fist Pull my head away
The violence that returns to you That’s my love
In an arc
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