prickly little amoeba of a person
with no spine & skin that never molts
my passive-aggression falls flat
on dead ears, on dead eyes
this entity so empty, indifferent
nonsense eagerly conquered the front
my projections slept neatly in his vacuole
whilst i spit my repulsion on his flacid corpse
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
prickly little amoeba of a person
with no spine & skin that never molts
my passive-aggression falls flat
on dead ears, on dead eyes
this entity so empty, indifferent
nonsense eagerly conquered the front
my projections slept neatly in his vacuole
whilst i spit my repulsion on his flacid corpse
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