The stains she left
were not in your bed
it was the spear she left in your head
turning you against
[so cruelly against]
《your own blood》
She is manipulating you,
Dear brother,
milking your sympathy
with
[alligator tears]
There is no depth | there is no surface
Don’t throw your life preserver
don’t chastise me for
your own blindness
I do not belong to her as you do
I’ve rid myself of Medusa’s spell
& I have never been stone
that’s her specialty
inside her reptilian mind
Death rolls & throes
twisting eternally
make love to the image
she projects
fucking Oedipus complex
You’re her casualty
–LM
Wow.
Intense and raw AF. This cuts to the quick and takes no prisoners.
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Pent rage wrote this, however spiteful, it is the truth. Thank you ❤
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❤
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I literally like reading everything you write…
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😁 I hope that continues 💕
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Haha you’re a superstar poet I don’t see it changing
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That means *so much* to me. Thank you for saying so!
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Your style and flow is delightful, unexpected and all yours
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Just wow … Just wow … 👌👌
“The stains she left
were not in your bed
it was the spear she left in your head”
The first two lines are so impactful…
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Boom! that’s awesome and insightful
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Thank you 💕 I appreciate it
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You bet!
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You can feel the fury in this one.
Excellent 🖤🖤
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Better to write the rage than to wind up in jail 😉 thank you my friend ❤
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Ain’t that the truth! 👍😉🖤
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Incredibly powerful emotions here! Very damning prose & cutting words throughout – raw and passionate ❤
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