Aposematism
I have neither poison nor venom
I have neither poison nor venom
And fight or flight becomes false dichotomy
When your choice is always the same.
I’ll wrap myself in Batesian mimicry —
See these spikes, see these stitches,
See these trappings of a bitch
With whom you do not fuck?
I want to fake it till I make it.
I want to make affectation true.
I want to wear my outside in.