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Mar 2014
It is reliant
on the victim
rather than
the self.
Leeches feeding.
A mere itch.
The vampires kiss.
It feels so safe.
"Why am I so tired?"
Deep Down
Trauma Hounds
They sniff us out.
The emotional ones.
Cooking up a meal.
A little this
and a little that.
And we're right ...
In the mix.

And still...
that dark temptation to
Fight Fire with Fire.
"You are what you eat"
The Beast eats
when we feed it.
Deep Down Trauma Hounds is a song by the band Skinny Puppy so that phrase is not mine but it is a part of me. Everything is a WIP. This one's about fake friends and what they feed from. Originally written for my other friend who's feeling the fire from the former referenced female.
JD Relznak
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JD Relznak  46/M/Long Beach, CA, USA
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