You BITCH,
with your stupid
addictions,
your ever-present obsessions
that wrap around
me
and hollow my flesh....
your uneasiness makes
me sick,
I am disgusted by you...

My bones have become
weak because of you,
because of your
idea's of plastic
doll girls.
Because of your
hunger
I am hungry.

10/23/2001

Posted on 10/23/2001
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