Your garbage

Your garbage

A Story by Victoriana

My sentiments - your strenght,
Has vanished as your mouth 
Threw garbage at my door.

With buckets of warm and salty 
Water,
Your Ego has finally ran out of.
How will you shower now?

I no longer blame myself
For leaving your slowly fading spirit,
And please take out your garbage now,
Cause I don't live there anymore.

© 2016 Victoriana


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A telling dismissal of the one who used your talents and left only a mess. Good to move on and leave him to clear it up.

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Added on August 28, 2016
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Tags: poem, writing, garbage, spirit, vanish, ego, fighting

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Victoriana
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