my value shines invisible penniless

words are substitute prostitutes

for it is the face value, the penetrating sounds

my façade worth, fear fucks, and robs

some tokens, gold coins, different sides, but always two sides

of a coin, in the air and then ZZ 

whoever thinks “sleeps with monsters” Rich

the flip, the metallic feather taking wings, and the fall is inevitable

right into the mouth, stuck between the teeth

of a crocodile, erect, dangerously

the coined “I,” capitalist, objectifying

the person condensed and squeezed into

a tight whole grammatically

eaten and alive, Schrodinger’s pussy 

the crocodile tears 

us apart

part human, part animal, J’ai mal

pleasure is stolen, not earned

hisss

pleasure is bitten, not kissed

image: Midjourney / Cihan Yurdaün