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Freshly Dug

Bury me
you might as well
start throwing the dirt now.
I've already fallen
into this freshly dug pit.

My hands ragged and bleeding
trying to claw myself up.
Fists full of soil
crumble
between my raw fingers.

This fight seems so frivolous
as the onslaught continues
of your verbal stabbing backlash.
Standing there with mockery
written all over your face.

Even if I could
fight my way to the top.
I’d be greeted by your
gritty
shit dragging
boot pressed to my face
before one final push.

What a small relief
it would be just
to touch the edge.
As it is a long way back down
though there may be
peace in the free fall
there is no silence
lying in the bottom.

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Written by Kitten_Profayne
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