Invocation from Monstrous Feminine by Leila

In the world’s greatest con,
I have managed to convince everyone
That I am built of something far gentler than I am
Sometimes the prettiest things are made to cut
Deeply

You must tear out of this skin
Like a great, grotesque and flightless bird
You must take your name
And place it in someone else’s mouth
Even if they do not like the taste

You must get out of here now,
Or you will die here as you are
You must peel back your layers of skin,
One by one for infinity
For each time you outgrow the shell that confines you

You must rinse your brain in cool, clean rivers
And place it back in again,
But back to front this time

You have only minutes left to live
However many billions of millions
Or tens of thousands of minutes it may be
You must grip onto them with both hands
You must pound on the door until somebody answers,
With a fist clenched full of centuries

And when the door finally opens,
You must go.

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