Death of the Author

Me, by your eye
And me, by your hand
Me, by the manosphere
Me, in your private time

Me, by angle, me, where no one
Is watching you
Me, in your very own right
Me, by your very own boner

Where do you think I'm hiding?

Me, by your hand
Me, by your fingers
Me, by your keyboard
Me, and your sound of tapping

Me, and other words, me, and other holes
Me, by your anger
Me, that can't be
That can't be silen—

Me as anyone
Me, bare and barely
Me, by siamese
Me, by night vision
Me, by clozapine
Me, in this mirror
Me, without a face
Me, without your body (Without your body)

Who do you think you're killing?