Shivering and shuddering/ lying there, naked and cold/ hoping someone will find me. Surrounded by the darkness/ letting it consume me/ because no light wants to touch such filth. Letting the darkness seep into me/ filtering out all the light/ until I, myself am darkness. Lying there, naked and alone and filthy/ so filthy/ until the sun comes up. But no one will find me/ because I am darkness/ blend me into the shadows/ leave me be filthy.
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Sticks and Stones
PoetrySticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Words Hurt Me Too
