My room is very warm right now...
I have tried to let good men love me kind.
I wonder sometimes
if I entered them like a fungi.
My heartbeat in their stomach, pulsing in the night
if some of my bad blood
travelled their system
like rot. I tried to make beds out of them
where I could rest
but I only made mulch. And I myself
am not really woman
but something belonging to the dark soil.
Norwegian Poet and Digital Culture student, bi, she/her, 31
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