She sits
Back against the wall
Her face fucked all afternoon
She knows who to submit to
She submits to grief
She submits to winter
She submits to him
But not to the rest of the world.
Banned from platforms
Reported for speaking truth
Stalked by nobodies
She marinates in grief, in shadow
Her orgasms are her own
Her pleasure is her own
Her body is her own
Watch her bank account fill
Watch her followers rise
Watch her submit to nature
Watch her Rest
And watch, for when she begins again
Submissive
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