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paper cut on a dear john

Posted to Poetry

Then the cock-sucker cut me.
Slow at first,
but then came the pain.
Sharp sting,
finger tingling,

And they dug in.
Words sharp,
stinging, breaking the skin.
Venom sinking deep, speeding through my veins,
Aimed at

I’m gone.
I’ve left.
You sorry sack of
(To hard to continue but will anyway)
shit - I hope you rot in
(Eyes filling up)
hell. Don’t bother calling, you’ve
(Niagra Falls)
lost me for good.
(A sign of hope?)
Fuck you.