Imagine rage.
eating away then spitting out then eating again.
a cycle.


now imagine its victim.
the regurgetated waste.
the doomed.

last night my girlfriend was talking about her ex kissing her hand (unwantedly) and that feeling came over me that shitty being swalowed feeling that fucked up helpless feeling bred from both my fear of losing the most precious thing in my life and my loathing of that piece of shit wannabe rapist that her ex is what she expected me to say i don't know but i took a deep breath and refused to let the rage eat me up i would not fall victim this time.


it worked.