" I Love Wrong

I am a monster with zeros in his gut
Who wants a doll made of flesh
To hold between two claws
And stroke its body, become a vow
A vow to the flesh of the doll
Never to myself or god
Or monster mother watching over
How easy making vows to a doll
So easy to see it as holy
Through my sad monster eyes
That no one likes the look of
I have always wanted something holy
To vanish the buzz in my forehead
My skull has silence but never enough
The world has never provided
I project a spirit in the doll
It speaks a great silence
It speaks my childhood dreams
I write them for its tongue
I write myself a new end
Where I am buried by the doll
And candles lit around my grave
As though I had actually lived "

― Melissa Broder , Last Sext