" Boring Angel
Now I know the trick is fantasy
I always knew it
But I didn't know the problem of bodies
Or I didn't know it entirely
How you must abandon the bones of the real
No angel wings projected on the ribcage
I had bloodstained sheets and I could not let go
I noosed myself on them in the woods
And hung there for eighteen days
Until I myself became an angel
Now I make love with no body
I do it with my halo chanting
Set me alive and fucking
A boy attached to no reality
He who needs no milk or punishing
He who will never abandon
How I love my celestial being
He who will never corpse
We are only air my seraphboy and me
Fucking with no eyes and flying "
― Melissa Broder , Last Sext