I cry until I’m dizzy

Trusting men who turn out to be zombies

I open up my chest just so you can consume me

I feel like the fool

But you’re the one who nurses the monster

Sweet and tender in the light

But they only use me for my flesh

Even the pinkest face is dead inside

Pigs who call themselves gentlemen

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