My mom started raping me as a baby, and maybe that is why I love a shark’s mouth glittering with teeth. My cunt is a cracked-open geode spilling with a million bladed gems. A hole that grins, ripped open, scarred from its opening and tearing, still will cut you. I would never have asked to be this other than human, to carry this particular wound. But this is the wound I carry. Born to? Unsure. I bear my own self-defence, these glittering broken blades, this innocent hungry smile.