Me Before I
I reek of trauma and a soiled past,
my lungs are full of mud
from when I was buried alive.
Life was not kind to me,
neither was I;
I berated myself and took down
my own worth.
Now I sit among the earthworms
and the grieving beetles,
remembering how I was
before me.
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