i moved his hands
yet he didn't hesitate
wouldn't quit
wouldn't give it up
his ego couldn't take that hit
i should've tried harder
but he knew what he was doing
he wanted what he wanted
left me with
a fractured vision of reality
disfigured my inner voice
into menacing contemptuousness
ringing around my head
claiming to be my intuition
he deserted me
with this adversity
calculated to shred me apart
it can't possibly be condonable
of him to draw a black veil
over every instance of malversation
while i'm in the corner
alone as i regurgitate
each and every ramification
YOU ARE READING
mercury reaches its morning peak
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