And I remember clearly, there was no way of escape, I watched helplessly as the air entered your body with a violent shake, forcing your hard green eyes to fly open in shock. I recall in grotesque detail the manner in which Satan stained your cheeks with desire. I was chained to the cold, stone floor, while you were liberated by your own self-corruption. I called out to you, in a desperate attempt to save you from your demons, but the voice that answered my cries was not one I recognized. The syrup that once saturated your words had frozen and cracked into a harsh bark. You spoke briefly, and left me to my own self destruction.
"You're on your own."
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
