Interludes

Intentions
Ever transparent as glass
Is the intentions of others
They use, they drain may soul away,
If only I could break that glass
And show the what they did to me
Then ever so slightly
They will realize the reality of the damage…


The Fruits of My Life

Cutting me like an apple,
Peeling my skin away
Taking out my core,
Discarding it with no dismay,
Then taking some more.

In the salt water,
They lenghten my torture,
Then cut my in to pieces.

They glare at me…
Bare, naked…
Then devour me.









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