I am sorry little sprout left in that far coastal sun as seasons cycled long enough your seed just sewn's outgrown today my stem is rooted in a life you do not know but I think of you most when wind whips my cheeks and rain soaks my feet planted in a tired dream that did not include you then
a rope knot in my lungs making it hard to breathe so here and now I unravel you from the future I wove gayly with aching breaking shaking fingers they pointed every which way somehow always landing on you we spoke in different tongues with no direct translation not between intention nor word nor action nor want nor need, this confusing correlation of muddled messages and veiled verity you were my standstill and I your stopover, I pretended not to know that I have always been a childish idealist, a pacifist too passive but ignorance is bliss do you really believe this? healing is possible so I'm told if with my strength I do not use the illusion of you, your twisted tongue to seal the bleeding that's not done, with limitless gaps will my sore mind manifest? the will to unbind us two?
you best take your eyes off my fucking body because last time I checked I saw no magnet attracting your hungry, frenzied gape to my ass I am Artemis, I hunt prey weak like you and I am merciless when I do prowl see my scowl pierce your sorry stare, as I imagine crushing you so you're small like you try to make me you're pinched between my spearlike fingers squashed, no second thought, now see? hear you sneer your wicked words my way, attempt to carve them into my skin i imagine how you'll never satisfy a woman like my sweet lover nor I your mother's disappointed, man child. Kruger was being far too kind, ya know your gaze does not hit the side of my face it hits the side of my bloodied clenched fist I am not flattered, your ego's best shattered, you should gather it before it's plowed away
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