day 20 . the witness

the bird stared daggers at my bloated body,
wanting to tear it apart,
to expose the rotten heart…
the bird stared dagger at my sinful eyes,
wanting to viciously peck them out,
to expose the plague that is my soul…
the bird awaited patiently,
observing my skin sizzle under the murderous sun,
keeping her lustful hunger at bay…
for the bird knew
that she was witnessing the end
of an absolute bastard…

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