America, death
Betty
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Just a scribble inspired by gun crime in America and the crippling beauty standards I and so many other people battle with daily.
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You come home.
The taste of you on my lips so near to gone and I eat you up as if I’ve lived a year of hunger.
I spit at you.
Throwing up bile into your ears as I leave scars on your skin from my talons.
A little piece I wrote a while ago, never showed people my writing before so here goes nothing