Who are you and
Why the **** are you here?
This body is not a home.
I am not your volunteer.
Those barbed wire fingers
Are nothing like my own.
They've never written poetry
In my heart's dulcet tones.
What do you want from me-
What do you need?
Is this hunger for revenge-
My closet self finally freed?
Even so, you could just leave.
Or else gift me days of reprieve
From this relentless disease.
But who are you really?
And what the **** am I to do?
If you are the buried face
Of my youth, of
Years tainted by abuse
Tell me, how long will you stay?
With each passing week,
Have you not feasted enough
On my DNA?
Is it not enough we escaped?
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC
Who are you and
Why the **** are you here?
This body is not a home.
I am not your volunteer.
Those barbed wire fingers
Are nothing like my own.
They've never written poetry
In my heart's dulcet tones.
What do you want from me-
What do you need?
Is this hunger for revenge-
My closet self finally freed?
Even so, you could just leave.
Or else gift me days of reprieve
From this relentless disease.
But who are you really?
And what the **** am I to do?
If you are the buried face
Of my youth, of
Years tainted by abuse
Tell me, how long will you stay?
With each passing week,
Have you not feasted enough
On my DNA?
Is it not enough we escaped?
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