omnivorous

Body, flesh and teeth and weep
unshed tears that mutter inglorious revelations
about passing times and subconscious spaces´ maturation
all nibbling, gnawing at the passions
forbidden places of transgression

and bones and flesh and eyes so deep
like mirrors down the beds of streaming rivers
unfold the secret knowing of the famine
an itchy skin that covers meat
objections from beholders

fruitful, fertile self-denial
a womb accommodates archaic cravings
carries life but sensual repression
not woman, not a fervid lover
a feminine dystopia

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