Don't I think I'm beautiful? Tattooed words in the form of text messages. To scroll down my body is to scroll down a group chat full of men I've slept with talking about me. I don't contribute to the conversation but their words sink into me anyway. I can't see myself, my body or my sexuality without them.
"Women are not particularly sexual beings"
Death by penetration
This is a fantasy
All Emojied Out (With Nowhere To Go)