Unknown existenceA Poem by Jean-Luc
The name is not important if the story is untrue,
just as my existence has been nothing but for you, you ungrateful sack of bones, a worthless trouble at my side - what the f**k was I imagining when I made you my bride. Was it shame or pure old pity, in the face of certain ache, that I stumbled on your preconceived ideas of empty rape. © 2017 Jean-Luc |
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