the vicious cycle

(experience doesn’t teach, it deforms)


the vicious cycle

the first mouth I ever kissed
turned out to be
a slut’s—

I was just a
flower to pluck,
another two-lipped notch
it was
school-yard learning or some-such
it was
rough stuff
a sucker shot
kick to the crotch
you put me through; so

now I’ve learned to
pull punch too, I
may never
learn to
forgive you, for
making Me like

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