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Jul 2019
The green light lit
a pool of dog ****,
as I barely missed
stepping in it,
but managed to hit
a puddle of human ****.

Still, this is better then
the messes I’ve been
stepping in
my entire life;

Belt, boot, broom handle,
righteous salvation
in the distorted visage
of a vicious parent.

Locker collisions
as schoolbooks were driven
from hands to the floor,
cruelty that dulls with
time and distance.

Packaged pill urges,
dull knife intentions,
barefoot winter behavior,
death, the hopeful savoir
who never flew in
to save me.

Teeth grating
I have been hating
everything I ever was



I can’t tell you why
cause now
I don’t feel like
the bad guy
who deserves to die.
Written by
Graff1980  39/M/Litchfield Illinois
(39/M/Litchfield Illinois)   
     Sentimeantall, ---, Santita and Graff1980
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