poetry by Amalie Flynn / images by Pamela Flynn / about the assault on women and on water
Sometimes I think he will
Kill me or how I want him
Want him to want
This to be over or
How I imagine my body
Dead this corpse
Flower thighs and vulva
Spread open like petals
Or how he is raping me
Because I can never be
Dead enough.
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