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Feb 2021
Half melted
***** snow
Crystalizing
As last spatial light like a laughing
Coyote
Runs
Drunkardly
In short jagged
Bursts
Stops slowly looks back
And smiles
Peruses me
In a defiling
Way
You had no intentions
Of loving
Me
Soon after you
Beguiled me
Severed my ties
From everything
Dear to me
Peeling my skin
With acidic lies
And then when
I needed you
Desperately
......
You wet me
Up
Tainted
Me
With your

Sickningly sweet venom
your comforting words
In
Plain view
You
Scooped straight from the septic
Sadistic
Its so clear to me now
Yet i still dont know how
Your magic
Filled me
Giving me almost supernatural
Power
I would have
On a whim
Conquered
The world for you
Instead
You secretly
Forced yourself in side me
And layed a brood of eggs
A layed contently
Watching as you stories of woe
Incubated
And snickerd
As the hatch broke free
Muscle and sinue
Popping and cracking
And the sounds of pockets of air
Difficulty
Moving though
Liquid
As they devoured
Still i continued
To love you
The whole while
Mortally
You wounded me
Portraying the one trying to save me from me
Quietly telling
Everyone im in therapy
You belicose *****
You are not my
THERAPIST
You are in fact
THE ******
You actually took pleasure
In torturing
Literally
Got off on waterboarding
Me with
Costic
Love
Like
Dung covered
Tines
On a rusty
Pitch fork
The instant
Your ivory fangs
Pierced the nap of my neck
I felt poisened
The waters from you mouth
Leaching in
Teaming with
Sour worms
Causing violent
Spastic fits
You orchestrated
La pobré nîna
Flipped the script
I was out did
Left questioning
My memory
For
Ive been abandoned
Caught in your live trap
And acted burdened
Dragging my carcass still breathing
To the middle of
Nebraska
Bereft me of my clothes
Took a moist meat hook and hung
Me
Walking away i heard you *******
For days
Feeling the dank bitter
Breeze
Stinging
Unimpeded
By the endless
Fallowed fields of yesterday dreams
And tomorrows
Sorrows
Dangling
The last ugly
Gourd
Left on this leafless vine
Hollow
I alone
Know the truth
iconoclastic
I hold the golden key to the most important mystery
....crestfallen. ....
Dejected
Outcast
And sullen
No one wants
To know
Public
Ememy
No 1
...........
........

Me
...

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Delton Peele
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