Sometimes the moments of us
get all gnarled and knotted
that it takes my lonely soul
to actually lose sight of it all
and become the birth defect
of a seasoned victim.
My repetitive thoughts of
rape and money and countless
let downs of superstitious women
so while I burned myself,out of my goddamn mind,I stopped to kiss
your poisoned -slit wrists
and only got a wink for a breath
of stolen air,
I didn't care until you disappeared
and realized I was the one being
tricked!
now totally void of leftover carcinogen
©munch77
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