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Empty but full
of rotting s**t.
it bubbles
and boils.
About to overflow...

It spills out
on the ground.
A big wet
chunky mess.
Smells like intercourse...

I see you there
One hand reached out
One chained behind you.
I can do nothing.

I sit in a pit
of twisting emotion.
It screams, reaches
like lost souls.
The sound is deafening...

The walls only crumble
as I try for escape.
I struggle agaisnt
the pulling of them.
They are too strong.

I see you there
One hand reached out
One chained behind you.
I can do nothing.



I might add more to this poem later, got distracted...