MANIFESTO

Taught that my queer eyes and queer hands and queer mouth poison anything in their path,

Wyrm celebrates the danger my desire imposes.

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She’s the less polite and palatable phoenix metaphor.

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The ugly duckling found fondness for its foulness.

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Perverted perfect blonde, blood red jaw and claws.

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A hyem made of scaled skin under slurs.

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She’s a space of true desire - femme fortitude

reaching with broken glass fingertips

and poisonous breath. 

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My body retextured, orgasmic joy

in being one of the damned,

the corrupting and the monstrous.