a mood board or collage of photos referring to the feelings of loss and toxicity of the mind, during quarantine times.
 I scratch my face I bite
 my flesh not my own as Ι taste
 comfort in a grey zone
 Warm toxicity shrinking the brain
 Another martyr of my own
 I gain
 the power of a Fool
 Darkened eyes await
 here as always
 to Consume 
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6 thoughts on “Wasted

  1. This is quite intense….you had me at….”I scratch my face I bite
    my flesh….”…..I know it’s not the same kind but your poem reminded me of my old poem “The Devil’s Face”….but that’s not the reason why I like this poem of yours 🖤

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    1. I scratch my face I bite

      I agree with Navin, and I might even go further. I thought that first line was awesome – particularly because it ends with “bite”, which gives that line a very creepy feeling on its own and leaves “my flesh” to be read separately, as the beginning of a second image in the line that follows.

      Truly fantastic, Vallia

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      1. Oh my god… that is exactly how I meant it to be!! I’m so glad that you see that too. I’m really happy ❤ Thank you ❤


    2. Oh thank you so much!!! I’m so grateful you like it ❤ I just read your poem and it is so intense!! very nice work as always!!

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      1. You’re very welcome, Vall….oh, thank you for reading mine….you’re always kind!!

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  2. I need to come visit this blog more often! Your content is amazing 🙂


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