Hawk Women Animus

Hawk Women Animus

The feminine urge to fly out the window like a hawk

not gracefully
not symbolically
but in a dramatic gust of wind
turning everything over
shattering glass

or less than that
walking out the door like a nerd

Any idea of escape entices me
leaves a wet spot in my pants

Do I think about sex too much?

I think about sex alot at work cus its so void of desier 

The animal of my nature screams to see if I am still alive

My genitals are confused becuase nobody in my entier family lineage has sat on their ass more than me 

Nobody has curled their fingers and spine around metal and typed like witchcraft

Spellbound by orders and commands 

I wear my email chains tight

Strapped in and dominated by my manager
she tells me what to do

and she better not have to ask twice

job is power play
but nobody kink shames 

because everyone is dressed like a nerd

job isn’t sexy
there is no pleasure here
no desire here

In a way I am a prostitute
but worse than a prostitute
because nobody is getting pleasured
and I have to dress like a nerd

I get to go outside for an hour though

and the birds tease me for half of it
seducing me with their freedom
making music in my face

Everyday i speak to them 

Everyday they ignore me 

I have the feminine urge to bleed out at work in front of everyone for attention and sympathy 

And everyone will get jealous 

Because i get to escape work and slip into the after life