SELF-RESPECT“Forty years.”
The Daughter of Zion and I
have finished fucking in the presence
of the core chamber survivors.
She hears my words,
remarking knowingly,
“So.
Forty years of a hell worse than the past four years
of Holocaust Concentration Camp
you’ve forced the underground to endure.”
“I didn’t force it.
They chose it when they chose to rape my heart.”
I walk to the small child.
“So you’re my daughter.”
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