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****

******* catastrophes

lifting me up and shoving me into the ground

just to show me how worthless I am

I am dirt, I am mud

I'm not the worm, but the slime that encases them

 

I need to find a way to fight the **** that falls into my mouth

creeping upward

seeping into my thoughts

with a disturbing promise of permanence

and a heavy heavy volume when it claws it's way back to the tip of my tongue

but only when I'm trying to respond to your stupid, misguided compliment.

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Written by
devan-mclain
American
Published
Jan 2, 2012
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This was an excercise from my Writer's club- we had to write a poem starting with a cuss word. DO IT

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