Written sometime in December 2019
These words fell out of my brain today.
Creation Song
Women lurk in the darkness, spying on their brothers, so alien. How is it their bits fell out? she asks her sister. It makes them so strange. How can those who use them as fists against us, then blame us for their abuse? We Asked? We Deserved? We did not serve…?
If we put them back inside, do you think it would right them. Would they then remember the song that created their bodies? Woke them to be? I don’t know another replied, as she touched the smooth hair of her sister, but I am losing interest.
Let’s go fuck…
LUCID PNEUMA STUDIO 
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