He was beautiful
like I ordered him
tailored to me
with all the perfect words
downloaded
Until one day
he opened his mouth to speak
and an asshole fell out
Not all at once
but slowly
as if his beauty
were a meal laid out
just to fill me
but it constipated him
and now
his
self
was excreting out
And I was covered
in him
the mud of his subtle manipulation
the sand of his cutting sarcasm
the clay of his insulting compliments
I was showering in his sewage
and questioning myself
wondering how
I was ever going to get clean
for him
May 19, 2020
Day 43 of 100
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