I cry out.
I must cry out
I must be the one
to stop this thing...
[you don't even know we in]
I cannot read anotherI cannot.
sweet word you penned.
I cannot see another
I cannot see another
sweet picture of your face.
I cannot hear
another hot minute of your voice.
I am consumed by
my consumption
of all things you,
I gorge myself and
the edges of my hand blur with
the morsels you
allow drop into my cage.
the life I built up over years-
thrown aside
an old discarded toy
just how you would toss me away
if I confided these feelings
so into the bog I goes
or else I'd eat myself alive.
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