Deposable
It should be treated as a profanity.
Feelings, Let us use numb in its stead.
I have numbness for you. Here, numb this.
You hurt my numbings. How quaint.
I don’t give a shit about them.
Not theirs or yours, his or them, mine or it’s.
The gore and acceptance have sliced it
Like a meat shaver and now it dresses up
like Halloween candy.
One for you and one for you and aren’t you cute?
Take two, their small.
By: K. Mulroney
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