White dots take your killshot up against the wall bullet holes body like a slingshot not enough brain rot leaking out of your ears not a single thought left just the blood on the floor that remains by the door licking the dirt like a whore beat like fresh meat bruised up and sore resurrected stains from before and still asking for more
August/4/2022
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Love Letters From The Streets
PoetryA dark poetry collection of love, abuse, sex, and despair. This was a real-time on-going consistently updated log of the pathetic life I lead as a result of causing great harm to my relationship. I betrayed my partner and became homeless. These are...
