"its snaky acids hiss
it petrifies the will. these are the isolate, slow faults
that kill, that kill, that kill"
(elm, sylvia plath)
tonight is the epitome of a night where i let my giants eat me without flailing nor battling an eyelid
i am too tired to struggle against this stranglehold & i promise it's just for tonight
but
one day this will become a self-fulfilling prophecy, one day my fate will be of abysmal darkness- where i will be in the cavern of my giants' stomach pit, digested & ready only to be excreted
where the corporeal form i adopt is something of garbage that society has no need & use of
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