Poetry · Writing

Venom

It carries me,

talkin’ in my ear like a devil

festers, and it’s evil.

Reminds me of my failures

and my next

the one who says why it’s easy for everyone

to walk away.

 

-It was their choice

~they never needed you and they never will

it’s not like that

that’s why she never called back and destroyed her phone

she said she woke up late

yup, on that other guys dick.

 

Festers, a poison

a potion of lesser

feelin’ skinny

pukin’ up a little bit of me

just a little stressed

waitin’ on a call.

 

 

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