Perverse murder
I’ve been eating away,
gnawing at the little bits.
Danger anger.
Poignant release of happiness,
an underbelly, underexposed.
What is it that pulses
and burns like before?
A flip of the switch,
a flick of the bic,
and I was inverted, perverted…
Perversion could have gone further,
almost murder.
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