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Thank you, Seroquel
Honey, I said I love you
And I love you
But it's not enough,
not enough to be your forever cunt
Doomed to the sharing of one-sided feasts and smiles failing to touch me
A weak ego consuming the other
Is it you
or is it me
I feel I am just a body now
and my body is no longer wet
What's the use of a desert woman who yearns for death
Thank you, Seroquel
You brought the drought to me
and left me with electricity
Shocking deep
Shocking me,
deep
deep
deep
Now,
You just see me as salt and iron
A medicated melody
A limp dancer caught in an eddy
A fish in a bowl
A dead woman in the belly of the ocean
I am just the vase full of flowers
rotting on your clean kitchen counter
Now,
There is no feast left in me
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