Angelica Arsan

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

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