before there was Disgust there was Pity for the pathetic way you pant over me at the feel of your thin lips trying to make love to my body the animal noises that rang through the house cut through the same playlist played time and time again old shaking hands grasping at my delicate skin
in a past life i could have adored maybe even loved the way you lay worship at my feet your eyes surrounded by a network of deep lines trained on me while quietly i ignored you i could have stood proudly on the pedestal you break your back to uphold
in this reality however i feel Pity, i feel Disgust all your money all the wine shy in comparison to how easily i could break you ruin you shatter your foolish dreams