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

Scrape, scrape

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

Scrape, Scrape

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.

What do you think?