. Shut the door, lock the handle,
forget me now, blow out the candle. The stars come out, for the sun has set,
but you, I will never forget Read more The day is ending, and we are thinning,
light is leaving, and the candle is dimming.
The girl's do it all the time. This industry is built on it; seeping misogyny from its cracks and folds, oozing misogyny from its pores; heaving hot misogyny on its foul breath