your dirty, rotten, filthy flesh
bright green eyes that imitate death
sour features with lighter locks
easily locked your heart in buried box
voice of nails on a chalkboard wall
countless fights and learned nothing at all
my hands tremble at the dynamics of your frequent whines
why must you have the same blood as mine?
carelessly retort every word
a frightening, cursed, grotesque raven bird.
with black wings and a beak to kill
at the center of your world, done only from your will.

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