![]() Dumpster GirlA Poem by kayla![]() I wrote this poem a a little less than a year ago while I was going through a very hard time.![]() To them I am a dumpster; they dump their garbage into me- disgust me, ruin me, mark me forever unclean. Yet they get off free and weightless. They promise to empty me, to rescue me and create anew, but not soon after saying so they engrave their dirt within me, let it simmer and stink like the ugly within themselves, the ugly now branded inside of me. And I am always left behind, rolled off to the alleyway where not even the city rain has the ability to wash me clean or set me free. Because I still stay filthy and overflowing, crawled upon, pushed around; disgusting as the man on top of me dumping me with garbage, filling me to the brim as the rain pours down: gods wrath upon me for letting myself become a dumpster. I compromise my sanity, my morals, my life as muddy rain mixes with a bloody dumpster, overflowing with filth; mine, his, the worlds'... Down the alleyway the rain carries the mud, the blood, the filth, the disease. But I know I am still a dumpster. I will be filled up again. © 2012 kaylaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() kaylaLos Angeles, CAAboutBecoming active on this site again! Originally started my account as teenager, but am a young woman now with hopefully still just as much to say. I write mostly poetry (but occasionally short stori.. more..Writing
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