Starve
Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Should I be skin and bones?
I am.
I am.
And flesh
This flesh is a prison.
Peel me, pluck out my
Black organs and satiate
This emptiness,
This devastation that engulfs me.
Thunder, rain, and now a flash of
Lightening illumines my mismatched
Figure that I hate.
Hate.
Tell me you mean well and
Perhaps I’ll rise from this
Darkness or perhaps I’ll
Descend further into the abyss
Because I don’t believe you.
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