Feast

Dark late night thoughts

I pass my worth on a silver platter
A dinner plate where a place is set for everyone but me
Left to starve on the floor and grovel like a dog
While they poke and prod
Delving fork and knife into my fleshy vulnerability
Stabbing at my heart
Eating away at my fragile self esteem
“The meat’s too fatty”
“Unsavory and undercooked”
“What an ugly presentation”
Never enough
Never satisfying
But they eat on
Bite after bite till it’s gone
And I’m left wasting away
An empty and shallow carcass
On the cold linoleum floor

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[Nebula]

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