#1058738 added November 2, 2023 at 11:04pm Restrictions: None
Punch me when I'm down
A blotch of oily darkness lingers,
a constant escort,
felt, not seen,
and when they walk away, they s m e a r
the muck until it rifles greasy fingers
through my mind
and strokes down my spine,
snatching control
once more,
leaving me jerking
at the end of its puppet strings.
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