Salty And Sickly – Twisted Prose

Sickly sweat dripping from within,

A bitter machine without remorse,

Clandestine appendages lost to mistakes,

We pushed through worse,

Divergent paths reconnecting,

Softly was the sharpness of the blade used to slice away the flesh that was once mine,

You call yourself something more than what I see,

But wanting has changed the soul in which your body yearned,

A quintessential nothingness,

Drawn out on paper by a talentless hack,

You mirror reflects the abysmal deviations that your make up covers…

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