To slit you

You destroyed it,
You burnt it
To the ground–
My glass menagerie

You came
All masculine
And brutish

You uttered
Words of roses
Bewitching words
You stole
and harassed

My torturer–

And all these–
Because of my
Fake world
I rejected you

My blood is soaking
The carpet

I hid well
The razor
In my fists.

To slit your–


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