missmantodea:

i am an angry woman with big angry punk teeth and unshampooed hair and crusty cat eyes

i am resplendent in my contempt of you and imperious in my refusal to sit still on this pedestal

i will knock it over and chant vulgar rhymes while i hurl the shattered pieces at you

i am an angry woman with long angry fingernails and bony protuberances like weapons folded into me at birth because my mother’s womb knew that i would be torn up out here

i am going to chew you up and spit you out and no, no, now is not the time for “what about the men” because i will tell you what about them

they reside in my stomach amid scraps of their own stretchy flesh and splinters of their own brittle bones

acid soup