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Unforgivable
Slithering towards the spotlight of a one woman show,
the audience recoils as the oils separate and grow
inside the festering wound of a stomach so slow.
The putrescence of a post puberty birthday
round the corner from withering grey
and scarred, a voice of fear so marred it shakes
into a million far spread not so nice breaks,
wanting nothing more than to be heard and adored;
but of these aimless conversations, I grow bored.
the audience recoils as the oils separate and grow
inside the festering wound of a stomach so slow.
The putrescence of a post puberty birthday
round the corner from withering grey
and scarred, a voice of fear so marred it shakes
into a million far spread not so nice breaks,
wanting nothing more than to be heard and adored;
but of these aimless conversations, I grow bored.
Published 24th Jul 2021
| Edited 25th Jul 2021
Author's Note
Slavery is in your heart
to all of my reasoning you pull apart
and justify your sick worldview.
People are themselves no matter what they do,
no man owns another, fuck you!
to all of my reasoning you pull apart
and justify your sick worldview.
People are themselves no matter what they do,
no man owns another, fuck you!
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24th Jul 2021 7:50pm
Why yes, unpacking a picnic of your parts to devour vulturously sounds wonderful! 👹 Unpacking means to stay.
24th Jul 2021 11:06pm
Yes it sounds splendid! Please pick up the deconstruction manual. From that dude with the lasered eagle etched on a slab glass. Thankx
