I am Winnicott’s false self´s bitch, psycho-analytically cucked by my true self.

Forced to watch my true self being fucked bare in the asshole by having the audacity to exist.

The only way to reclaim myself is to fuck my false self in the ass.

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Hold me up on one side and pull me while I grip onto the pole that you also placed.

I´ll feel the stretch marks turn into tears, into wounds, into ravines expanding from my belly up into my chest.

My intestines will splatter out of me, my neck will open up, my Adam’s apple will fall, my oesophagus will get exposed. My rib cut in two pieces.

Will my dick stay with my clinging body, or will you rip it away as well?

Once fully separated you are free to put me into both cages.

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I want you to live in the void I´ve called a home,

I want you to feel the illegibility,

I want you to feel my existence create a gap,

I want you to feel my performance fail all expectations.

I want you to sit in the embrace of my failure,

I want you to feel the excruciating tension eat through the ceiling, all walls, the floor,

I want you to feel it nourish itself on your soul.

I want you to accept the fate of this void,

I want you to feel the descent.

I want you to notice its existence.

I want you to realise its structure.

I want you to feel it reconstruct the ceiling, the walls, the floor,

I want you to feel your soul succumb to it.

I want you to leave the void,

I want you to look back,

I want you to see the people who couldn’t leave.

I want you to see the people who never had the choice.