Your Flesh Is My Flesh
Your ribs exploded.
Your lungs burst out.
Filled with the Venom.
Your childhood and trauma caused.
Yet.
I gently took your heart.
Then I ripped the skin off.
My throat, My thighs, My chest.
Your favorite parts of me.
To replace.
The nasty.
Horid.
Putrid.
Rotten flesh.
That filled your body for over a decade.
No questions asked.
When I ripped out my heart strings.
To attach to yours.
And you looked at me with disdain.
I continued to pull and tug at myself.
Even when i bled all over your floors.
And cried out in pain.
You watched.
You didn't answer.
You pointed at your scars.
You sighed.
You watched tears roll down my cheek.
We loathed eachother.
Then you ran to someone else.
Who had toxic waste and blood.
Dripping off their fangs.
And you gave them.
My healed flesh.
Ripped right off your body.
You looked back.
Only to see if I would be gullible enough.
To let you come back.
If you need more newely broken parts
Or
You needed to be healed
From her rotten ways.
Then your rotten flesh slowly became.
mine.
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