Acid image, mirror split in one, two, three…
Breathe. She can’t hurt you now.
She is yellow. But she is mine.
Iron, floods, and screams
Like you she is desperate
To remain unmaimed
She is holy like her baptism
Slaps the priest square in his unclean mouth
Laughter, bitter neigh naïve
She is just your acid image
Chewing you over inside her head
Making you a sad liquid sage
Marking her; corrosive; as she is
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