Remains

 


Going to extremes


To feel anything


Or nothing


Then a certain death


Like a vampire has sucked me dry


Stuffed me with salt


Glued me to sheets


Rotten with my own remains


Pride is a fictional memory


I can’t seem to dig up


No dignity


No monument to my shame


It’s invisible


The pink girly version of anger


A sparkly shade


Of nobody cares


And everyone forgot


The original sin


I never had the pleasure of committing


 


 

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