Si2Y - Poppy Ajudha

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