Rapists choking on compassion
Gurgling on anything of significance
Spit it out and bury me
Let me become a nival being
With bony fingers scratching at permafrost
I cannibalized my sight for I have no use
To be ruled by a sense that knows more about me than I do
That lies to me more than I do
That needs me more than I do
I can't even see you.
But I can imagine you, what you look like
With the scourge leaking from your perfect smiles.
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