this is my art space, my venting place.
but even this i cannot have.

you want to take everything from me.
you tell me to fuck off.
i leave you alone.
i have not once attempted to contact you.

and you do this.
i cannot make this private.
i cannot hide this from you.


yet
you come here


and like an insect to rotting flesh,
you make yourself at home.
gnaw some more on my bones.
enjoy the carcass you desecrated.

i have nothing left to feed you.
you are dead to me.
just as you never valued my life.