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@sheydim​‘s 31x31 challenge day 3: pick a random page from a book and write a poem on that phrase! I chose Monique Wittig’s Le Corps Lesbien. The following is taken from page 61 from the original french and a translation is given below:

gropes at this fish tail ]lasered on

what's your name?

does it fill your mouth to say it

the breast in your mouth

the milk i could make

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[harper

the cold setting please, down road

plume

frozen cold, and stiff, peeling

just for you

a sweetness in the back of your mouth

have you got my back bitch its wet out & im out & i could slip yu got me            half charged ghost humming in my pocket (1) nu message: she ate my ass                                  yeeah                                  it was pretty good                                  yeah, the cyclops girl                                  myopic too she said                     like magic though, held up                     by magic, yaaas bitch thats that good shit you get fucked ?                     nah                     wasn't ready         she licked my lip though         &          held me                 so still         &                   took that fruitblood straight off !!!         im so gay, said she's scared of ghosts said she's off to therapy                 mm thats good                        yeah god though, im so gay wish she'd taken me swimming half assed ghosts tokenless in the water my nude ass tokenless and full in the water                  wish she'd taken me on that bank                  put a buttercup thru my piercing                  blown my pussy through seven colours (1) nu message:                  ive got your back though, its just shit                 its hard yeah its fucking hard                  im proud of you though                  you're holding up        you're still here   therapy held my hand       therapy can't say i love you        you're my friend im proud of you im proud of us i know im a ghost but i love you                        thru this blue we're tokenless:                  half a charge of something nasty i know its not magic but it feels like that sometimes         when u make me cum                                   like that         when ur not dead          and i didn't ask you, you just knew how to come swim with me sometime when you're ready ? or come visit (1) nu message fuck men                           i hate men                           fuck men

kill them (1) nu message, hot,                                                 you heard right                            yeah                                                  you heard her                            and you held her;                 her magical faggot skin                             burnt her magical witches' love                                                  you and her ashes (1) nu message, mmmmm you got my back bitch         i appreciate that its cold out, icy           & so am i this coat, care on the bare of my back, bitch haven't felt a care like that,            mmmmm for a while (1) nu message, blinking through my pocket mmmmmmmmmm , mmmmmmmmmmmm men are so broken,           leave them to die they killed so many of us, could be me next             swinging through a             crescent street, cyclopsed,             undressed, a fruit basket             stamped flat, despite             the majesty of fruitblood,             of the headsman i passed on the corner

i would die for you, figuratively. my body a head my head a body lain on an open road my cock a pretumour in a waiting room my open lung a waiting room in a copse of trees we can all swing from                     someday i don't have a choice, which doesn't bother me. my sun is a hot light held up on my horns some say this makes me crazy; i can't run away from the light in my eyes and it burns so bright my holy sun i crawled on your floor, drunk and dark. my how you chased me to an edge swinging this dichotomy between my legs let me put some clothes on my burning body or snap my horns off and throw this sun away make you a sceptre from my light

- no, i was stuck to your floor, i didnt crawl, bulls dont crawl, they run, and i crawled, - i was burning and i crawled and it was so hot - ah, its so hot you ok? yeah. yeah i'll be fine once the sun is out.                            some day when its dark enough to find treatment for a cooked brow for crazy fire for crazy fire        f did you         did you find me after         my eye closed         was it dark was i dark         did my burns paint the         crescent black, was it         holy, something magical magical

lips as drips as full as the day before, they notice you: half a chamber of something ghastly, dogged, hairy they pull you upright, breath warm as love      no, this ice is crystals, half a truth of something nasty, cold as dogs' bodies in a sea     no, i won't be seen a day long breath shows you a way to water anticrystal breath, hot as love drink, god made you an ocean a palm's breadth wide and god gave you a hairy tongue to drink it with and god bound you to a crystal and woke you with a tight pull,        no god of crystal, baked in a shadow her skeleton cast god of crystal, cold as love,                                as dogs' bodies in a sea she compels you       no drink, angel, dog, love, hair, a day long breath drips a slug from the ceiling and you cut it open with your foot kitchen held you, warm as angels and the slug bled yellow blood and you bathed for the first time      it was beautiful; anticrystal body, blood of a slug         she went rotten         and we all ate her blood inside her         it was beautiful; we danced through her body all night, and god wasn't there to say no drink, before god gets here        i drink breathe in time with me        i breathe, i breathe what do you taste?       discharge, good,       eggs, stale, yellow blood, good,       dogs, cold as oceans, good,        i taste cock, pure iron fear, good,        i dream        i dream of raw cuts of meat, thick, good,        and pink, ribboned with white, and bone,        i dip it in resin, good,       god's here and my mouth is full,       i cannot speak breathe       and god melts again       and god melts again      and i taste ice ice is crystals       and god melts drink,       god, i, drink,             god, what can you see?      nothing good,      nothing good,      who's watching me? you breathe on your own and water fills your lungs        it won't come out and it won't come out your glasses are slanted like you're dead        but i'm just sad but you're just sad, speak, speak, god is a pool in your lungs,         god is a pool in my lungs         i speak, despite my hairy tongue,         ice is crystals, and god melts,         i live on a crescent street,         triumph, magical, magical         i have one eye,

magical

this side    of summer    im a wasteland the birds are hungry    DOGs too you see it dont you?   the DOG on my crest   the DOG. every night gets shorter    this side        of summer and the DOGs know,   get cold   stay hungry                                 (bark 4 u) WOOF just WOOF                   red harsh WOOF, one from a throat     you & i are meat i bark 4 DOG              WOOF see her see me move her head swing her 8 tits around to come smell me harder    smell like meat    WOOF im just DOG    food    now fed the birds red throat therapy    a meatwish    nothing i wanna do nothing but DOG & its distance WOOF red WOOF red throat howl    enough to bleed    make me piss myself