cold/body | porn/eyes | neon/poem/flash | director’s cut in the flesh

he put his mouth on her

and swallowed her face

*

he smothered her

with images of herself

that alienated her

and yet she knew how to perform them

*

he wanted her to play along

she was expected to comply

and opened up her shirt

against the warning within her chest

*

boys have dreams she read news for girls

men have fantasies she read news for girls

they expect reality to serve them on a silver platter

sex-girls embodied | manufactured boys-appetite

she had never seen a girl ask

she had never seen a woman demand

she didn’t see boys read for girls’ pleasure

girls around her locked everything they didn’t know they wanted

deep inside their bodies

porn was a projection played out on their skin

eating its way through the soul

breaking hearts in two

and they became directors of their own bodies

posing holding focused hold hold h o l d it – there

she let him happen

inside of her