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Demonic Chef (Free verse) by DreamerSupreme

my calm reflection brings forth recollection of my youth: maman screaming, me secretly dreaming my own reality in salty tears words, like knives smears them across my face, im being buttered, cheek burnt toast honey dipped roast cooked to what she thought was perfection being a healthy pig rejection was the result mutated into a demon when i wished to be an angel

SupremeDreamer 28-Jul-03/3:51 PM
oink. im now a boar with horns. ;)




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