Then She Was A Real Girl Because It Hurt
Nourishment is through your ceramic lips.
Pink nipple delivers various amounts
of their potion composed of powders — bone mixed
with dry milk. Fuck dolls can’t taste it, spit it out
pulverized skeleton, a draught of one
of their own. If you swallow its marrow,
lost pheromones, you grow vulnerable bones,
beneath this chipped anatomy (they threw
themselves onto without pity.) Shatter a
porcelain pelvis though you can’t even cry.
Patching kintsugi cunt with gold mica
will not bring a real tear to glass eyes.
Afters month of bone milk, you even grow skin.
Peeled porcelain punctures before they begin.