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Hating Him I clutched emaciated ribs,
and called for you to fill
the emptiness.
But you came with a finger
aimed for my throat.
You shoved it down
making me regurgitate
what was left of you.
I hated you for it
but thank you
because once your remnants
spilled out,
I felt a sense
of relief at your
permanent removal.
