Crimson bitter pool,
Swirling within glass,
Searching endlessly for comfort,
“In vino veritas.”
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I call out to the pitch-black sky,
And a peculiar creature hears my cries.
A swarming mass of shadows encroaches
And announces, “I am your friend tonight.”
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It offers a feast, a grotesque display,
Of meat and blood, to consume and slay.
I gorge, I devour, with animalistic glee,
But the mirror betrays me, a monstrous decree.
–
My face contorts, my soul laid bare,
A hunger within, a deep despair.
I flee to the tiles, a desperate release,
My insides revolting, a sickening peace.
–
Intestines spilling, life draining away,
Bile escaping, with each agonizing sway.
The flow unending, a hollowed-out shell,
Yet a strange satisfaction, I find in this hell.
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The entity observed, a malevolent gleam,
A mind corrupted, fulfilling its dream.
It revels at the sight of my undress,
As I rip off my leotard of fat and flesh.
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#poetry #yea
Netscape Nina 