Ten-Fold
You've been sucked into the black hole of yourself.
The laws of love and self-respect are displaced.
By cinderblocks, soot, and indifference.
A drunkard's facade, where flowers never grow.
Your puffy yellow chick will follow you into your hell.
It has no choice. It's trapped in your free-fall.
Until it grows old enough to retrieve its wings from your darkness.
Until then, it will suffer...ten-fold.
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