by NICOLE BEARD
Staff writer You and I spiral Gliding and sailing Dancing descend On a gust A ripple A whim Brushing and creating friction You and I falling Shoving me away with a will unnatural and callous Holes have been chewed into the face of me And devouring what you want Unpunished Fresh and supple when we started My warty underside becomes food, but never satisfies thy hunger Now you are ravenous, are you not More and more you take, less and less I give Crushed and disregarded I'm lost among the faceless
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