slunt

what did you mean
when you said “you make me feel like a person?”
you smile at me
and it sees that i make you
something more than you are
at least these are the lies you expound
vomiting these lies in my face
are you sure it is i who raises your spirits?
what if it is the powder in your nose?
or your connect-the-dot arms?
or the cum inside you
that didn’t cum from me?

that dried blood around the rim of your nostril
that flakes off into your food
the puss leaking from your abscess

you have become a monster
a chemically run robot
this is what you are
this is ho you choose to be
and you say you are happy
and i am the one who makes you that
therefore i am responsible for your destruction?

the gold band on my finger is a jail sentence
a sinking weight
the gold is a time-release poison
to kill me over years

you’re weak
which is why you hide in paraphernalia
but i am weaker
because i let you fall