I wish I was a fearless Roman Goddess

Will I always feel like this? Like swamp mud Viscous, formless. I need warm, firm hands  To sculpt me into something  Recognisable Like a woman, or a tree.  I wish I was a fearless Roman Goddess Or an African warrior with my Tits out.  I would invite death  To pierce my soft underside, And thenContinue reading “I wish I was a fearless Roman Goddess”