In my corner I sit thinking about it.
In my corner I cry processing that goodbye.
In my corner I bleed and slowly concede.
In my corner I scream to let off some steam.
In your corner you smile from a deed so vile.
In your corner you smirk with a bloody dirk.
In your corner you laugh at my heart’s second half.
In your corner you gloat before slitting my throat.
This was originally published on February 3, 2019.
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Xeno Hemlock 
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