• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 05
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Red Pill Retribution

Gifted to you at birth
as a silent slave, well
too much porridge
Goldilocks,
too much reality TV.
Threadbare brain alert,
IT IS TIME
following forced verbal onslaught,
words no animal should hear.
Mutilation of the soul.
Bear grilling,
personal nasal atrocities.
Sodden snot tear nights
incarceration at dawn.
Gin sponge,
eyeballs flung at lover.
BUT
witness footage stashed
in belly straw.

Dry me out.

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