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There appears to be
~confusion~
concerning
!APPROVAL!
See, you can’t
withhold what I reject
and you may as well surrender
the idea
that I’ll wear shame for show,
allowing you to luxuriate
in shambles of superiority
when we both know
what you did.
Self-exploited victims
leave a bad taste in my mouth—
I’ll satisfy my
blood-thirst,
spit you out
without masticating.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (1)
Damn.im.gonna try never to piss you off. Tho it is always poetic fire when you deal with it.