how much?

why, when you suffer, 
do you think you are alone? 
that we can not see that 
you are in agony? it’s the eyes 
that draw me in; misery stains 
your eyes black. your teeth 
are soft, your gums are 
runny and rotting red. 
you are decaying before 
me yet you spritz on 
perfume. the smell […]

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puppet

so small, you reduced me to. never petite in my waist, thighs, or the fire burning in my eyes, did you feel big, because you reduced me until i was weak? @amateur__poet ✨

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scraps

i use to live off of the scraps he once gave me. i was emaciated. skeletal. i needed more than meager compliments and sparse commitments. i am full now. i am curvy. i am finally healthy. never again will i ever accept scraps when I have a Queen’s appetite❤️❤️💕 @amateur__poet 

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