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letra de taxidermy girl - weevildoing

fawn staggering through the trees
since i was a girl, i never felt like a person
eyes and sights trained right on me
they wanna hurt me with their sick perversions

it’s not up to me, or so i’ve been told
this is the nature of the female skin
meat that men want bought and sold
since i can remember, it’s always been…

hand over blankets, legs crossed
skirts below the knees, doors locked
“there are men that will hunt you”
so i’ve learnt to run from you
innocence made to decay
thoughts i couldn’t wash away
no knowledge of my body
prey drive deep-seated in me

in love with the idea of me
mount my head on a wall
lifeless for everyone to see
gracefully declawed

no scratching, biting, whining
never fighting back again
look at my eyes through glass
an all-consuming guilt that you could never comprehend
to be a girl is to be trapped
clean yourself for consumption
but don’t ever let yourself be consumed
organs for reproduction
organs that must remain unused
plagued with urges so obscene
how am i suppose to ignore it?
if my body’s meant to stay clean
then why do i feel like i’m asking for it?

hand and rope and pvc
my unspoken fantasies
loss of my autonomy
can’t help it appeals to me
if it’s something i don’t want
then it couldn’t be my fault
deer standing in the headlights
begging you to take its life

in love with the idea of me
mount my head on a wall
sinful desires festering
under my pelt, they claw

so skin me, flesh me, tan my hide
and render me preserved
my plastic eyes brimming with shame
remove the viscera containing deviance unheard
to be a girl is to be game
horror stories of what predators do
i’ve heard them since i was old enough to fear
and now i’m filled with a dreaded excitement
whenever sharp t–th and claws draw near
and so my womanhood became synonymous with endangerment
maternal figures preserve my purity with such insistence

blatant hypocrisy of animality
eating out of your hands
whatever you’ll give me
don’t want to be a cadaver
wanna be free
but a cage is the basis of femality

in love with the idea of me
mount my head on a wall
lifeless for everyone to see
gracefully declawed

no scratching, biting, whining
never fighting back again
look at my virgin eyes through glass
an all-consuming guilt that you could never comprehend
to be a girl is to be trapped
a delicacy never unwrapped
an innocence forever intact

- weevildoing

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