You ate my body like a commodity,
until I was nothing but skin and bones,
and then you used my bones as
materials further still.
Until I was nothing but empty
skin that you squeezed every
drop from—until there was
nothing left for you to take.
You see the world through dollar signs,
making every red flag shine green—
until you're blind to the way I bleed.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
You ate my body like a commodity,
until I was nothing but skin and bones,
and then you used my bones as
materials further still.
Until I was nothing but empty
skin that you squeezed every
drop from—until there was
nothing left for you to take.
You see the world through dollar signs,
making every red flag shine green—
until you're blind to the way I bleed.
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