I think of you, your
ghostly presence, whispering
in my jagged ear against
my rashy skin.
When you left, I left
with you leaving my ragged
heart behind to rot within
my ground beef corpse.
I couldn't stay with you long
stuffed inside your
smelly pocket, against
your molting flesh.
The liquor pouring from
my skin replaces
the tears I bottled up and gave you.
I saw you! Behind the curtain
like evil Oz, dumping them
down the drain, smiling that
evil grin on your barbaric face.
I was at your feet at one
time, you saw and waited,
you waited for me, crushing
my ribs with your worn Birkenstocks.
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