The poison called digust that surlps out itself from my deep, knotted bossom that you hurt often,
Is what makes me at distress.
The lame proclaimation of yours,
Masked, scheming signs that you may think to have left my attention,
All of this catches upto me.
I know the place has many voices
shouting same story,
playing a victim in this web of preys and preachers.
I am aware of this contemplation of being played for a prey while playing to be a predator.
Yet, This muzzled eruption is distressing.
The well you poisoned,
poisoned the place I kept for your existence!
I want to shout, slam and slap.
But I know I can't. Not when the game is of survival, we play.
So, here I write. Mere words. A mess that I beautify because it is mine and I want my whims to be beautiful too.
On a short note, Just make your presence be unnoticable, because it's disgusting.
Thank you!

© sunshine07