Tie things into tumultuous ribbons
Sliver of dignity
Use of words to contort history to manipulate how you feel to cover
the scathing truth
Attempting to appease yourself and pacify her
No need to stultify you - you do that on your own
You didn't just stab me in the back
You took a blade, dug it into my backside, let it slide down my spine in slippery slope form, and watched the blood spew out of me in sadistic pleasure.
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Quarantine Blues
PoetryAn escape route from the quarantine street. A way to vent and come out unscathed.
