Alright, I’m back *sigh*. Y’all aren’t giving the self-hosted site any love. :'( But hopefully, you’re still here, so I’ll duplicate the posts from there on this blog. Here’s one of them:
Scrape. Scrape, scrape.
I’m cleaning house today
Ridding myself of your lies and perversion
Scraping and dusting corners and rooms
Peeling out the poison that is the very essence of you.
Scrape, scrape, scrape.
You’re hard to get out;
How did your tentacles spread this far?
When did you get so deep under my skin?
I try to shut you out, but your fumes find their way back in;
And when I think I’m done, I fall right back here where it begins
The things my heart pines for and thrives on
The droplets of attention you deem me worthy of
But it hurts too much
Scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape
I can no longer survive on bits and bones
I’m emaciated; lean from being ignored and malnourished
My poor frame can’t take you any more
You have to get out
Take your depression
Take your pain
Take your half-truths and untruths
Take your filth
Take your silent abuse
Scrape, scrape, scrape
Take your first born son, your over-cradled ego
Take everything you are
And get out.