Tristan Robert Lange

haunts of humiliation

i wanted my hands to be

pretty—painted—

ten black holes

on these poetic finger

tips

the iceberg

phallic—

attached to

two breasts?

weird, i know.

are testicles not so?

ten black holes—

ten reminders

remain—

permanent—

your disdain toward me—

my being pretty—

ugliness

now

s

m

e

a

r

s

across these

haunts of

humiliation.

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 28, 2025.

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