loathe, despise, abhor,
how do I count the ways?
You with those thoughts...
you know the exact ones I am talking about,
don't even pretend
to be innocent.
Your front is so obvious,
the whole world can pick you apart,
as easily as I am now.
Dissecting, here is the heart,
the liver, the brain, examining each neuron,
Finding the cracks in your globe.
Pulling you appart.
And now you finish washing your face,
and vanish from the surface
of the mirror as I leave the bathroom,
ready to face the day
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