The Adult
How dare anyone speak badly of you
Least of all if it is true
I filter every blow with my flesh
Nothing reaches your ear that hasn't drilled through me
My simplicity is deeper than your lies
I'm cut to the marrow while you smear your rouge.
Nothing befalls you, silly child
That I haven't felt fuller, deeper,
Pinched and stitched into my nerves
You know nothing
But my experience
Watered down
Chilled and easy
For infant consumption.
-- R ᴤ88s Я --
Perfection Is Easy
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