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Dec 2018
wants to eat me

the ravenous
dog

denied
every
desire

it is
still chained

but just barely

sharp
teeth
meeting
violently
chomping
on the air
around
my face

they are
the perfect
killing
machines
killing
perfection
in me

a slobbering
chaotic pink
tongue
trying
to find

the words
to whisper
to me

and I hear
voices

behind
my back

talking

telling me
either
I am nothing
or I will

become
nothing

when they
are done

with me
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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