Jan 21, 2024
I have a Death Fantasy,
death of my aesthetics, this false – a fiction, carved in my way, death of my image, of my intellect, my all is okay.
Death of my prettying, my cozying, my craft and my grace, cannot keep rushing that gate.
The Death Fantasy,
rejected spaces in your frameworks they will not go to me, to fit inside your empty visions, livid bird in a cage.
Death of my hustle, my trajectory, my style and my lane, that flagrant look on your face.
So I have the death fantasy, ha la la lujah I'm free. A, a charming death fantasy, ha la la lujah I'm free, now keep your hands off of me.
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