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heated toilets

burning in menstrual cycles

fertility clogging

manifesting flesh from bone white tiles

lolitas come, ladies go

there is no substance to it all

panties slap at the womb

teaching it silence

whilst the lace burns through the groins

and still no tears

no remembrance 

just strapped in a suit

ready to take shape

a sense of a pantomime of sexes

but the show begun before she could get dressed

slips and slides on the tiled floor

“they’ve turned passiveness into an artwork"

steam coated  discharge

heaving blood clotted 

monstrous woman

flushing off her uterus

left with flesh and bone