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Chalkboard

  • Poet
  • Jan 17
  • 1 min read

nails on the chalkboard to my nervous system

texas chainsaw to my innocence

film reel in my head

a cacophony of QRS beeps and quiet whispers of limerance

I'm not sure which time was worse?

defiling through a bodily rapine?

or trying to ruin my life when my dad was sick?

oh wait you're still playing that record

maybe I should get a PHD in psychology to understand your behavior

skinner your ass

when will you stop punishing me for almost dying because of your sins?

when will you stop choking me out because I left when my dad got sick?

when will you stop drowning me for moving on with guys with pretty faces?

why does he do that?

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