venus.

let them take my heart
wrap it in a white linen
stains of crimson
show little remorse

give them my ribs
crack each bone to isolate
the creamy sternum
in the center

and with my sacrum
let them make a basket of it
a bassinet to cradle my ten fingers
and ten toes

my eyes and ovaries of course
will not receive proper burial
they will be traded
like black marbles in a velvet pouch

four small clay jars
each a cerulean blue
will house my pink kidneys
and significant glands

they can lift my leather cloth
sketch and marvel my gorgeous vulva
carve meat off my inspiring buttocks
they can let the oily fat drop at my feet

i do not own my humiliation
i am tired of savage coverture
the waters of the seine have left a bitter taste

i am beyond the boundaries of myself