the snark

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I always felt like a freak
and not just because of the horns

But Victorie brought me home
and we drank all night
She said I was a goddess
and then she eviscerated me

(why are girls always doing that to each other?)

She added me to the collection
right between the anthromorphic, banjo-playing cat
and the two-headed fawn

Her boyfriends always ask why she didn’t make me “stacked”
except for the ones who look at me
and say nothing at all.

(i suspect they are leg men)

My mouth is sewn shut
from the inside
and I don’t have much to say
but I really would like to tell her how much
I hate
this dress.

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3 responses to “the snark

  1. My mouth is sewn shut
    from the inside
    and I don’t have much to say
    but I really would like to tell her how much
    I hate
    this dress.

    So powerful! ❤

  2. I can’t stop staring at this beautiful painting and reading the poem over and over again. Wonderfully done.

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