Common Ground
I gave up
all my little empathies,
just like that
I was his slut-angel, sincere
and sick with adoration;
pathetic
I was a sucker, yeah
I guess that’s what we had in common-
in our own fucked-up ways
I handed over my wrist with swirled eyes
And we knew only
of hunger
Perspective
is never anyone’s bitch
It snickers in the bushes
and
comes out of hiding
when it damn well fucking feels like it
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From: The Ones Who Adore Your Veins, RaVenGhost Press
Horror Sleaze Trash 