Like

An old wound,

Your frailty doomed.

Bled,

Like a stuck pig,

Strung up in this brig.

Hooks,

Pierce what’s left,

Dragging oh rotten heft.

Drained,

Of lost masculinity,

And ruined insecurity.

Prized,

In this sorry state.

And exempt from a torrid fate.

…

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