Bully Button
In this Italian bubble

They pressed it every time
they had a panic attack
due to the absence of anyone else around
Fulfillin’ their desire fixated on my
personality
distinct from theirs
Leavin’ me in uncharted territory
and in chancery
to level the playin’ field
You threw me to the wolves
as I was no longer useful to you
Your animus concentrated on me
like the strongest curry sauce
squeezin’ its juices on my face
and shoutin’: ‘Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!’
I was broken before I became acquainted with you
and you knew about it in great detail
I shouldn’t have trusted you
as that was the reason for your attacks
and playin’ with me like in a soccer game
You won this time, yet not forever
as the battle is still goin’ on
If not me, there’ll be someone else
at home, in the hospital, in the office, or on the street
on whom you’ll want to proceed with your revenge
seekin’ solace in your sickness
of practicin’ lies
on someone who has nothin' to do with it
*
To A. C.’s crowd
*
28 July 2021
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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