you were so empty you opened your legs to monsters dressed as men
swallowed spoonfuls of salt they called sugar
questioned whether it was a mispronunciation?
love lost in translation?
“please be gentle" you whispered
/ right before he split you in two
you closed your eyes
trying to transfigure truth
girl, you weren’t that delirious
could see beneath disguise
prey and predator entwined
smile twisted into snarl,
boy who was really beast
licked his starving lips
and began to feast.
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Brogan Deanne is an English poet who resides on a tropical island in Thailand. She prefers to live both barefoot and bare souled where the ocean meets the jungle. She is co-founder of Nude Studio and believes that authentic communication and creativity hold the power to raise our collective consciousness.
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