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.
