Monday 10 May 2021

Festering Wound

 


 

I was crying out for help

No one could hear me

Only seeing the behaviour

Never acknowledging the pain

Buried

Festering wound

Oozing filthy puss

All I wanted was healing

All I wanted was escape

Called me drunken whore

Left me in the filth of the gutter

To lick my festering wound

 

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