Hack
The sour taste down my gullet
reflects the confusion thats mine, my
learning bod within are knots from
your works so unkind
To me, when then, I hadn’t fully realized
the shards you placed slyly in me
of spite to fuel your gain for what you wished you could be
You took
I was easy, I had no fire then
but that’s gone now- dead you disgusting called-friend
I’ve built my defensive, feeding a flame you can’t kill
I have a high you only get from a bad paid-for pill
I am more
Than you’ll be, because you see in me
nothing, less than you
eternally;
We’ll see.
