Sex in her hair, panic

in her heart

eating away at

subliminal cravings,

standing before the gates of hell,

thrashing wildly against

the torrential beat of fucked up sentiments.

Slick madness, cracked


smashed reality,

light shines bright

from purgatory.

Who will save our vixen, the one who

drinks from a cup of loathsome words,

the one who spreads her secret

fondled by tainted fingers, the one

who dares not sleep, because

eyes always watch?

Sex on her face,

unnerved by gratification,


the only option.


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Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.


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