#coercive conception

She crawled upon my skin And nestled her burrow between the fibres of my weave Lock-jaw clamping down so tight Her poison oxidising the blood in my purple veins She runs through every inch of me And I cannot fling her from this graveyard I cannot shed the skin she's made She's built her tombstone from the inside out To part my gaze from the company of itself But to spare myself from parting company with it's gaze And when I left the door ajar to let her in She coerced conceptions in your dwellings as well