Yet the sun never dawns.
He says
spill like the broken is
not shattered enough already.
Raises the hands of his dolls,
wraps lust in fingers & plastic.
Smooths over, reaches under
silk barrettes and cotton too
bare. He kneads over the
breasts like clockwork.
The doll never flinches.
He says
spill like the broken is
not shattered enough already.
Raises the hands of his dolls,
wraps lust in fingers & plastic.
Smooths over, reaches under
silk barrettes and cotton too
bare. He kneads over the
breasts like clockwork.
The doll never flinches.
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| Olivia Hu is the Editor-In-Chief of Venus Magazine, aimed to uplift the voices of marginalized groups through softness. Her poetry has been published in Eunoia Review, Germ Magazine, TRAK//FOUR, and more. She is also on staff at Blueshift Journal and L'Ephemere Review. Olivia kisses books and lives in the ocean. She also thinks you are beautiful. |
