Black (W)hole
Naima Lowe · differences · 2024
I was never very good at not having a body.We didn’t know how to be in your body.She forgot how this body feels at the end of the day.I refuse not to feel how it feels to our body.I refuse not to feel the insides of your bodies.We’ll refuse and refuse ‘til he gets off or dies.Inside my brain there’s a whole lot of bodies.Inside my bodies there’s a whole lot of bodies.Inside our insides there’s a whole lot more insides.Inside our guts is your mind and your body.Outside my brain is your hand in my body.Inside your hand is a body on fire.Inside your hand is a body on fire.Outside your fist is my body on fire.Outside your body is my fist made of fire.Outside our fire is a lashing of reason.Inside your reason is my body undone.Inside our undoing is my reason for becoming.My becoming became fire and I bled for seven days.We became blood and our becoming bled mercy.Our mercy bled cum all over the sheets.Our mercy bled cum all over the streets.Our cum became fire and I forgot where I started.His body fixed us open between the dead and the ground.His body lay wasted between the dead and the ground.His body spent years between the dead and the ground.His body was ours ‘til I let it go to waste.When someone wants to know:What’s the difference between fucking and dying?I’m here to tell them:There is no difference between fucking and dying.When someone wants to know:Where will I die?I’m here to tell them:You will die here with me.Split lips to split lips,guts on the tableslippery for all to see.When someone wants to know:What you dream of when you fuck?I’m here to tell them:You will die here with me.Split lips to split lipspussy on the tableslippery for all to see.