She sits⁣

Back against the wall⁣

Her face fucked all afternoon⁣

She knows who to submit to⁣

She submits to grief⁣

She submits to winter⁣

She submits to him⁣

But not to the rest of the world. ⁣

Banned from platforms⁣

Reported for speaking truth⁣

Stalked by nobodies⁣

She marinates in grief, in shadow⁣

Her orgasms are her own⁣

Her pleasure is her own⁣

Her body is her own⁣

Watch her bank account fill⁣

Watch her followers rise⁣

Watch her submit to nature⁣

Watch her Rest⁣

And watch, for when she begins again⁣

 

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