You have eaten me slow,
Wasted your time,
You've chewed me up with your giant giant teeth,
Real slow,
There was no way you could live with yourself,
And so you passed on the passion and the bitterness,
Did you forget,
After all these years,
How it felt to be the scum under a boot,
I cannot imagine how you became this way,
When you condemned your maker so completely,
Once they made you the scum under their boot,
Look who you have become,
The visage of an opportunist and of a mother,
Devouring eyes,
With a defiling taste.
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February Journal
RandomMostly poems, journal entries, some visual art. Just a place to put my current headspace into words-clumsily perhaps, but all the same. Updates whenever I feel like it, but when I update it will probably be in chunks (I'll post a couple parts at the...
