Netscape Nina

I never imagined it would feel so isolating,
In all the time I’d spent
Crying, lamenting, fantasizing.
To be propped so high up,
And peer coldly below.
This situation is unexpectedly
Demoralizing.

I never knew this feeling of repulsion,
At being laid on a table,
Hot on a platter,
At the mercy of bondage.
Missing chunks of meat
From the stares alone.
Before the feast has begun,
I’m already half gone.

I want you to know the helpless sensation,
On the stage,
When they squeal,
“How cute she is,
Pantomiming frustration.”
I take a bow, finally feeling accomplished,
Just to be praised for my form
And not my dedication.

I can’t wait much longer for time to take me,
To help me disintegrate,
Rot me
Into a different kind of alienating.
But until then, I’ll smile, laugh, pout,
Avoiding depth and deliberation.
After all,
No one hears the whimpers
Of a pretty baby.

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Hope u sluts enjoyed my poem

-Nina ❤