Sterility

Hold me under the threshold
Of the festering wound
The grows between us
All infected chasms
Blend into a single wound

This is what we are
A flaccid, pathetic mess
Fed on sterility and the promise
Of a better future
I held my breath
And I am a fucking ghost

Wrecked
I am held under and doomed to live
Off the shit in this trough
Trash that grows between us
Out of a single wound
This is what we are

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