soft tissue
June Henry
I’m licking the wound and it’s killing me
Poisoning the soft tissue growing in
The gangrenous lie
The infection eats away at me
I have to lose the limb in order to survive
Vestigial shell becoming my hell
What used to protect me is hurting myself
So go second person
He doesn't deserve the words
That I spit out of my tainted mouth
He did what he did and he won't pay the price
I’ll pick up the tab and move on with my life
I’m done with the hurting
Done with the churning
Done with the flashbacks and stalking online
I didn't lose anything other than some of my precious time