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Feast On Me (Pimple) by cuddlytiger17

My barrier’s slowly crumbling Vulnerability Like armor torn by bullet holes No longer is it a shield, One can see straight through it A mirror of what I’ve tried to conceal Hacking away, pieces continue falling A stranger is emerging Lack of self Lack of control Fear of the unknown Eating away at this thin shell Feasting on what yet remains Bite by bite, being devoured Once engulfed, it will be no longer.

Caducus 12-Oct-04/2:52 AM
Too good for a pimple too inconsistent in quality for a poem, the idea of being feasted upon could be elaborated on sooner as the end is the strongest part but by then i lost interest.

Not bad - not good. 5




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