Sunday, October 25


I’m pathetic
I reek of desperation
I am everything I hate
Attracting flies like a corpse in putrefaction.
Embracing the leash
kissing the hand that drove me away
I cry I beg I crawl
and lick the crumbs that fall behind you on the floor
You broke me.
giving up on myself
my fight is lost, my strength is dissipating,
and my pride waning.


Useful only in your hands.

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