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Poetry

internet obsession.

would things be simpler
if I was you
a nobody with no voice
just reaction
and correction
a jail cell for those you mention
a feature in your paper
that you read when you rape her
of the energy.
the synergy
is off now
and somehow
you don’t go away!!

Just keep doubting me
and shouting at me
in spite of me
to humiliate me
to be the one that’s right
on a comment board
that’s so fucking trite.

you’re stars and stripes
i’m the national anthem
I am the stock market
you steal kids for ransom
you’d wear my skin
bathe in my blood
and still ask me
to heal your fears
dry up your tears
tear out my eyes–

why you so obsessed with me?

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