dehumanized
And if there’s a god, then he already knows -that when he baked me, he burnt me accidentally.
Threw me out to the hungry wolves,
thinking that could be my purpose.
But even they couldn’t keep the taste down.
I would argue I relate more to
fruit rotting away in a decorative bowl
than to any other person I have met.
I just hope my pit or seed gets offered back
to the ground so I can try again.
Poetry by aidan haskel

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Written on 2025-05-10 at 02:05




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