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My Consumption

Victoria Volpato


The slippery slope of self-sacrifice,

using me to get what he wants magnifies

the feeling of hatred devouring me.

I please myself to please him and she

looks within to find my priced prize.

They twirl in twin colours of black and white

exploding like supernovas while I

let them eat from my soul but he –

The slippery slope of self-sacrifice.

He swallows my laugh, converts it into cries.

He bites my tears until they’re mostly ice.

She begs him to stop but he simply

keeps digging until he touches the key

and I moan until they say, “That’ll suffice.”

The slippery slope of self-sacrifice.


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