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My foster dad the vulture
the screams of wrought iron stabbed the empty house.
the house that always seemed loud
regardless of the occupancy.
My white-knuckle grip anchoring myself to the steel bars of the bed
The orchestra of the trundle drowning out everything but you
you shuddered and cried out as you came
“I love you”
You love me like a vulture loves a dying animal
the house that always seemed loud
regardless of the occupancy.
My white-knuckle grip anchoring myself to the steel bars of the bed
The orchestra of the trundle drowning out everything but you
you shuddered and cried out as you came
“I love you”
You love me like a vulture loves a dying animal
Published 15th Feb 2020
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15th Feb 2020 7:35pm
Anonymous
15th Feb 2020 11:33pm
The last lines are the most powerful, exposed his true colors
16th Feb 2020 9:33pm
A true work of art in all ways.
Such horrendous pain coming through here. You are very strong for sharing it.
Such horrendous pain coming through here. You are very strong for sharing it.
17th Feb 2020 1:34am
Wow this was a lot of pain. Well said. It was powerfully terrible but was beautiful at the same time .
29th May 2020 9:21am
Wow ... this is gripping ... love the format ... the scattered nature of it ... like scattered thoughts ... scattered carcass ...
