THE WATCHER RETURNED
- Aug 1
- 1 min read
By In Sana
So I made myself cum
Screaming fucking rage
At all the watchers
Who ever were
Or could be -
Proud of my
Broken, maybe,
Sexuality And I saw a ghost
Of my old room,
Radiator, blank
White wall
And I felt your
Choking weight
Above me
And I loved me
Anyway
And I came without guilt
And I hugged the child inside
And the cat disappeared from the window
It's message delivered
Like a dissection
Knife