rabid

pit bull terrier
thirsty for blood — the true face
of pornography

This poem speaks for itself. I did dream of a pit bull; it was running free and completely demented. Some unacknowledged part of me, recognised instantly upon waking as the part of me that watches pornography. My own true face, then. If ever there was a warning dream……. But self-revulsion is only half the story here: I feel simply scared, like a child playing with powerful forces beyond its control.

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