That dog
is nipping at my heels again
why do I always
let the wrong men in?
A silly girl
can't swim without a fin
I'm at the bottom of the tank
in a freshly dug hole
keep those monsters at bay
with bread crumbs and cheap wine
but we both know
I have no spine
and I will cry myself to sleep
I will lay under soil
just noise
just meat
Written September 13th 2016
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