&, for my next trick…

it's time to cut up the man!

it's time to turn his (eye)balls to slivers!

it's time to watch as his worm recedes

& his furrowed brow screams a plea

while I'm taking a scalpel to his

descriptions & redacting his reality, he

pauses, as his auto-penetration is realised:

plunging his penis in my a priori posterior, he

meanders to meet my eyes: lazilylazily

(a looking outreach without retina touch): I'm

disestablishing a hair grown long past its follicle:

dissecting a man with a delirious fable

I'm scraping limb after limb from chopping board

to bin: a body discarded, (re/dis)membered

no favour is cradled by his glares

as he hastens again to dam braided streams

(my plaits are not shibari

my slit is not a sl(u/o)t machine)

"here I am: knife in hand:

free castration on [de(man)d]!"

//

previously published in 'chrysalis (d[i]s)section' (5ever books, 2025).