Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Monster Chow

A f--k above the rest,
Clawing out the
Meaning, my skin
Pink with scratches.
Knowing better,
Chasing me further.
Sometimes I
Can rest,
I think I can I think I can
I can do nothing.
Wait, he growls,
Snarling towards me,
Spit flying.
I cannot hide so I don't.
I watch it step
It's foot upon me,
Crush me.
My insides, outside.
My outside, no more.
I am a smear
On the sidewalk,
No longer tears
And whimpers.
Just a red smear,
Upon the bottom
Of your foot.


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Monster Chow

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