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Thursday, March 12, 2026

Epiphanies From Her

She was my everything 
And I her parasite.

She was my everything and I her parasite trapped inside a very tight cocoon. 

She was my everything and I her parasite trapped inside a very tight cocoon sipping on cherry flavored rat poison.

She was my everything and I her parasite trapped inside a very tight cocoon sipping on cherry flavored rat poison she willingly dished out.
She willingly dished it out like a one man marching band.

She willingly dished it out like a one man marching band with colorful flying daggers.

She willingly dished it out like a one man marching band with colorful flying daggers and sharps that wouldn't faulter. 

She willingly dished it out like a one man marching band with colorful flying daggers and sharps that wouldn't faulter in giving whiplash.

You gave me whiplash.

You gave me whiplash of the century. 

You gave me whiplash of the century and I wouldn't tell a simmering soul.

You gave me whiplash of the century and I wouldn't tell a simmering soul that I never wanted to wake.
Waking to another disgruntled face.

Waking to another disgruntled face that would never yearn for me.

Waking to another disgruntled face that would never yearn for me- an apparatus. 

Waking to another disgruntled face that would never yearn for me- an apparatus made of sheer.
Made of sheer 
&
Maid of cheer.

I am made of sheer to have a fighting chance. 

I am made of sheer to have a fighting chance at burning.

I am made of sheer to have a fighting chance at burning a little brighter.
A chance at burning brighter alongside her.

A chance at burning brighter alongside her mind of steel. 
A mind of steel tied to a brown  paper bagged body.

A mind of steel tied to a brown paper bagged body soaked in the flood.

A mind of steel tied to a brown paper bagged body soaked in the flood of revenge.
A flood fueled neuroticism.

A flood fueled neuroticism lit by a bent wick.

A flood fueled neuroticism lit by a bent wick drowned in a shallow end.

A flood fueled neuroticism lit by a bent wick drowned in a shallow end of the misinterpreted.
You misinterpreted it. 

You misinterpreted this painted purple heart. 

 

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