suhjuinen tunne kuin ripset olisivat
ylikasvaneet, liikaa karvoja, kolisivat polveni,
särki kyynärpäät, pakarat
nypin lattialta, seinältä halkeilevaa kaakelia
katse ei kohdenna
kohta hyperventilaatiota korostava
pakko-oire ja puskeva tarve keinua
ääreisverenkierronpuutteen pistelevää melua, mä kuulen sen
hirnukoot, ok
pyrkii yläkautta ulos, kurkkuu kuroo,
kailottavat kakomisen runoo,
ovat sillä tavalla kohteliaat kunnes kasvattavat keuhkoistani ruokoo
nyt tukkii mustat pitkät suortuvani viemärii
kolmen terän terävii terii, säärii silittävii
liian kuuma pesuvesi, sylis läppäri, seinäs laturi
videoissa erzebeth bathory ja michael alig
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leidi sadisti
leikit kehollani
leikkaa irti
pimees kylppäris
niin pyydystämme sen
kauneuden käsityksen
höyryävän palasen
lihat nostaa piikki, paniikki
minusta sivussa menee empimättä veteen
inhon puistatukses isken ensimmäisen alistavan eleen
pinnan alle painan sitä mitä häpeen
eliminoinnin estetiikka hygienia
A blurry feeling like overgrown eyelashes
Too many hairs, my knees were clattering
Elbows and buttocks aching
I’m plucking cracking tiles from the floor, off the wall
Vision not focusing
Soon there’s a compulsive symptom accentuating the hyperventilation and the besetting need to rock back and forth
The lack of peripheral blood circulation, it’s tingling noise, I hear it
Let them neigh, ok
They’re attempting to come out through the top, my throat is constricting, calling out the poem of gagging - they’re polite that way- until they’re growing reeds from my lungs
Now my long black wisps are blocking the drain
Sharp blades with three razors, smoothing my legs
The water too hot, laptop on my lap, charging
Videos of Erzebeth Bathory and Michael Alig
Lady sadist
You’re playing with my body
Cut it off
In a dark bathroom
So we’ll catch it
The concept of beauty
The steamy scrap
A spike lifts the flesh, a panic
Without hesitating, it goes into the water beside me
With chilling revulsion I thrust the first subduing gesture
What I am ashamed of, I push under the surface
The aesthetic of elimination hygiene
Do I owe anyone anything?
Naked, beautiful, skinny quip
My hairless pet
Allergen, a kind angel
Open your mouth I’ll pour detergent down your throat
Chemical, Michael Alig in me
Shaver slipped
Club kid
I speak everywhere
There’s an avian descending in a vacuum
In my bathtub there’s stereotypes
Headless, legless
I pack torsos in boxes
Folliculitis, inappropriate
presumptions
Too many lonely hours
Reeds in my lungs
Smoldering growth, a mutable shape
An intimate refinery in a bathtub
A projected leak floating in panic attacks
The surface tension breaks
credits
from Kuori I,
released January 29, 2021
Written by SITOI.
Produced, mixed and mastered by Exploited Body.
SITOI uses performance art to manifest their eerie-yet-compelling visions of vulnerability, carnality and social structures
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