| Si2Y |
|---|
| You eroticise, the act of looking |
| We hang, suspended and burning |
| Beneath the looking glass of a mediated gaze |
| My dystopian body lies trapped |
| Under a dark, estranged form of myself |
| Trace on my body, your villified gaze |
| And in my skin, a bitter taste lays |
| Of all the eyes, of all the touches |
| That soak me up, then lay me to waste |
