i'm trying to swim, but I've forgotten the years

in which i was trained to and i'm beginning to freeze.

if you write about blood you have to be cool about it, palatable,

you need to reach out to your audience and announce-

it really isn't all that bad really believe me,

i am grabbed by my hair and dragged in this scenario

and we are allowed to discuss this civilly,

we have to discuss this civilly.

the waves broil. i am forced into a facsimile's clothes

for the briefest moment, before i am pulled back under.

i want to rip out everyone's throats, but my appearance matters more than my

actions in this case and no matter how hard i try i will never be

seen as someone powerful, just someone to be used.

blessings crash down upon all of the beautiful women, and they are showered.