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MANIFESTO
Taught that my queer eyes and queer hands and queer mouth poison anything in their path,
Wyrm celebrates the danger my desire imposes.
She’s the less polite and palatable phoenix metaphor.
The ugly duckling found fondness for its foulness.
Perverted perfect blonde, blood red jaw and claws.
A hyem made of scaled skin under slurs.
She’s a space of true desire - femme fortitude
reaching with broken glass fingertips
and poisonous breath.
My body retextured, orgasmic joy
in being one of the damned,
the corrupting and the monstrous.
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