Slugs
My heart was your bell jar
You left it smeared with
Shit and blood
Crawling with slugs
Crying for you is like
Being pissed in the face
By a drunken cop
You’re the filth on my skin
The rot in my veins
I want someone else
to hate and despise you for me
I feel dirty enough
For loving you
Horror Sleaze Trash 
I love Sylvia Plath. Any reference to bell jars is fantastic
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Great work, I can really relate to it.
Well done !!!
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excellent.
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