Forgotten. A lonely leaf amongs a pile of pine needles.
Jagged. Broken glass swallowed by a curious patron.
Eaten. A cannible ansked nicely and I gave him full access.
"Eat and be happy."
It throbs. A weak attempt at keeping me alive.
Your touch is poison, seeping into my pours, clogging my chance at beauty.
Words. My most feared and most prized. Tortured by the in between.
Spilling at the rim. Exploding with fury.
I'm Mt. St. Helens and you're the man running.
A lepur pleading. Reaching. You smile and walk away proudly.
If her skin was smoother would you have reached out kindly?
Blugeoned. Death comes quickly.
Your words more forcful than a blunt beating.
I'd take the worst of it all if it ended with you kissing me.
My lips aren't as suculent as hers, apparently.
What is history? A more talked about version of what everyone's approaching.
Your indifference chills me. Coated with encouragement and false apology.
I'm sick. Acid turning like an alien swimming inside of me.
I'll give birth to a child named Adversity. A single mother struggling.
Why are you doing this to me?
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