we are, by default, not human,
even to the men we try to love.
isn't it heartbreaking to be seen
but not seen fully, to be forever
transformed, a chimera, even
when he is the one who ruins you?
and yet, somehow, you are the beast,
the black sheep, the wolf wearing
a woman's face.
YOU ARE READING
eating the moon
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