Tags
big grrl sexy, erotic poetry, Glasgow Smile, Kuchisake-onna, poem, Poetry, Slit Mouth Woman, sonnet
“Am I pretty?” Trouble keeps following
us. Our love, love, is messy. We hunger.
We put the anger in danger. We sling
bling but to no avail. Trickster. Monster.
Kickstarter. This yōkai needs plastic
surgery. “Am I pretty?” You know how
this goes. Kuchisake-onna, tragic,
almost, Slit Mouth Woman with her Glasgow
Smile, starved for this, asking random cowards,
“Pretty?” Stray cat strut, what’s mine is now ours;
love your blood, your B-bones, your Gangsta-pearl.
Look at all these brokenhearted bastards
who shall never love. That’s not us. Our scars
tie us up tight, pigtailed, knuckled blunt grrl.
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Notes:
Yōkai are supernatural spirits in Japanese folklore. Glasgow smile is a wound caused by making a cut from the corners of a victim’s mouth up to the ears, leaving scars in the shape of a smile.