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Until the Gala Finishes
You eat my empty then leave,
ready for the next soiree.
Yes, you gobble my void,
devour all my dead inside,
then potter off.
Because I am blank,
and you eat it all,
and then, well,
you have another engagement,
a different outing,
better opportunities for exhilaration.
So, I’ll stay here,
until the gala finishes.
ready for the next soiree.
Yes, you gobble my void,
devour all my dead inside,
then potter off.
Because I am blank,
and you eat it all,
and then, well,
you have another engagement,
a different outing,
better opportunities for exhilaration.
So, I’ll stay here,
until the gala finishes.
Published 28th Oct 2024
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21st Nov 2024 10:45am
The imagery of being metaphorically consumed, only to be discarded in favor of more enticing engagements, strikes a deep chord. It effectively captures the transient and often exploitative nature of some relationships.
