Every time a man cums in me

He leaves a part of his soul.

I take it. I am stronger, fuller, more powerful.

He is smaller, lessened, fragile.

A man so carelessly gives away pieces of himself, enraptured by pleasure: he is blinded by a security inherited.

The fate of those fragments forever unknown, their purpose uncertain.

But he is unconcerned, still ignorant, coddled in the warm walls of a patriarchal womb.

His callowness is palpable.

He has yet to contend with curses cast through the nets of society.

But it is only a matter of time until the fairy tale shatters.

It is our world you live in now.

The Woman’s World.

And you will not leave it unscathed.