Russ Mills(Byroglyphics)
Eviscerated, I stand before you,
Cowering beneath your stare—you
Lacerate me with your
Indifference.
Perhaps this is all I am now,
Scraps for you to discard—
Empty of value, or meaning.
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So nice🌹🌹