Poem: Me

Take me here and now.

Let me fall. Drop me from a height.

I’m crashing, I’m on fire. My flesh is seared.

The smell.

Lock me in a cage and leave me here to die.

I don’t want to feel this anymore.

Call the people, call for help.

Hands reaching out to catch me as I fall.

My body does not belong here. This is a sick joke.

You have a sick sense of humor.

Just take this body and leave it here to rot.

What’s inside is sick and warped.

Dry me out in the sun.

Strip the skin back. Pull the rotten meat from the bones. But dispose of it; there’s nothing here that is not spoilt already.

There is nothing here for you.

— innerdragon

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