No Contest
"No Contest"
He’s a loser
that’s for sure
orchestrating
a contest
holds a mirror
up to himself
he’s a loser
that’s for sure
the heart explodes
shrapnel hitting
the dorsel
fins
I segue
that is my way
I segue
I think
for a while
how do sharks
make babies?
It’s useless
wondering why
and I walk away
from it all
and I,
I,
segue.
I walk
into the Ocean
and I
wonder why.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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