Crippled Venus

I came

to ask for your help.

To spit it all

to regurgitate it

because my hands

are tied

in this cage

and I am dripping

dark blood.

 I came

because I knew

you’d help me

with your insecure millimeters

your oppressive caresses

your slaughtering truths.

I knew

you’d wrap me

in your anxiety

and remind me

I’m not the only one

staggering among the swindles of existence,

not the sole stranded animal

who vainly struggles

to give sense

to this sequence of hours and events.

I came 

to ask you to usher the sourness

that reigns in my stomach.

And permeates my heart.