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[justxlovely]

certain little pieces
of this rotten brain of mine
are still connected with a tacky paste
(composed of wasted time)
to the eyes that almost splintered
the bones around their sockets
when the concept of generosity
was stuffed into your pockets

you sunk into my skin
clogging all my pores
you clawed into the meat
tossing until it tore
you plucked away the strands
of dignity i had left
you stole the tiny pieces
that were weaker than the rest

now i swim in gluttony
(carnal needs in tow)
to stuff the little void you left
where confidence should grow
two thick years have waddled past
they left me low and wet
anchored wrist deep in revelry
i wish you'd pay your debt