urban turtle
inside my chamber of thought
every term i would use for you
your very image makes me lost
dislike, disgust, revolting too
your existence alone makes me shudder
the sight of you makes my stomach falter
the day you leave there will be no love lost
the only thing i wish for you is to suffer
the day you leave your flesh behind
buried in the ground
i would learn to fly
wouldn't step where you ruined the land
strong burrow