To My Nonentity by: Nicole Barton


Watching you, I dare
Pry through a glared pane,
While my pupils still
Throb in thought;
Your thrust into me.

That molded gait
Says much
Of little.
You’re categorized now,
And crusted on my window.

Mortality aside,
You screw your kin
To guard your sin.

I see.
Behind doubled glass
You prance.
Behind doors,
You lower your tail and
Lick yourself,
Fucking coward.