unpalatable
Dosquatch I ate my hate
Ripped it from within
Pungent, putrid worms
Wriggling in my hand
Wanting to go back home
To feed on my pain
To shit fire in its place
Wanting to nest and grow
But even so
I threw it in the pan
Fried it up, crisp and brown
Smothered it with ketchup
And I
Ate
Every
Bite
A bitter pill to swallow
The pill you make yourself
Within, it subsumes
But without, and comsumed
It nourishes brighter things
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