go to your pain.
step slowly and know your path.
peel back the layers of rotting wood and flaking keratin and soul.
let splinters sink deep beneath your nails and press on--
press harder.
open the door that is pushed shut with mess.
walk along the shit that covers the ground--
take off your clothes.
lie down and roll.
i am no better than the dirt in my hair
or the white pus that leaks from my pores.
i wash myself in thick, brown liquor and call my God to come alongside me.
this room is heavy: with my muddy heart, without hope of cleansing.
i am no catalogue shot, no model home.
Lord, lie beside me.
feed me my filth through yellow teeth and a moldy tongue.
need help with the last 2 lines. specifically the last one. what does it say to you?
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wow.
the last line says so much. this poem says so much. well the last line is my favorite actually, it's what i've felt has been done to me these past few months. within a month, i had lost my whole group of friends - i referred to it as feeding on the carcass of their own self-righteousness. but spitting their filth through yellow teeth and a moldy tongue is just as accurate.
maybe im coming at this from a completely different place than where you wrote it. but to me....well, it says a lot, and to say why i relate and love it would probably take an entire book, or at least an in-person conversation and since i dont actually know who you are, that doesn't seem plausible. great write.
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