there’s a girl downtown
gets passed around
she’s early twenties
but plays smaller
she hallucinates snakes
as demons prey on her
there’s a girl downtown
she walks around
bare from the waist down
hacks at her own hair
is fond of defecating on sidewalks
but the winos and scum
buy her pretty little things
so they don’t feel guilty
after
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Jesus. Wow, man.
This is a mourning wall of a poem, Trent.
It is. Flattened me.