When it's demon cephalopod versus schoolgirl, it should be obvious
whose eyes to take. Nothing is more frightening than looking
and loving what you see. Nothing is sexier than a rumor
of shredding you can pornhub with saliva and thirsty nerves.
I'm a net teeming with pervy fingers, reaching for anything
that will bite me back, any promise of stoppage—
A cyborg woman touches herself for three reasons:
1. to inspect the machinery for errors;
2. to convince herself she is a mammal;
3. to pull herself apart.
Each tentacle of an octopus contains brain matter and a personality.
Fun fact: all my children-arms want to fuck each other. Okay,
so I am both the woman holding the camera and the woman
being opened by it—nothing special about that.
l am only a cuttlefish lying open-jawed under the sand,
a squid flashing red as it pulls a fishgirl into its beak. I am
just trying to sleep. To feed. To fill myself and grow larger from it.
Or: I am only trying to slither back into my first skin.
Or: I am only trying to remember how it felt not to leak.