The delightful sting
of your words hit
my infected scars
with such force
and pain,you feel it too
but could care less,
for you like to think it only goes on
french fries
not me,
am I as good as they
or do I lie?
about me, you,
and then I again?

I may be bitter
as that which
you pour,
but I don't eat away like
your fluid,as I'm content to keep it
bottled
collecting,
forever or until
my walls are gone.

You love vinegar
on everything you eat eh?
so do I really,
but I don't taste very good with it,
Vinegar is what makes me and
yet it is working
to destroy
what was
what is
and what
might have been
a very good french fry.


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