another bruised soliloquy

He stood at my side in the place where the tiny devil of my conscious usually stands, chain smoking unfiltered ciggarettes and telling vulgar jokes.

the pigman, the insensitive slob that carries himself with an undue sense of superiority.

his skin so soft and plyable that he could have been anyone that he’d wished to be and yet here he stands more pig than man. the bastard child of wreckless contempt and restless insecurity.

he hates me but he loves the way that i tolerate his hate. the way that i withstand the stench of those filthy words that he vomits and how i repress and depress my senses to acknowledge his prescence. as he belchs out clumsy, unintelligent
cliches. all while grinding and chewing common sense into little white lies whose legs are far faster than the truth and whose face is more innocent than your own

beware of the pigman and of the slop that he leaves behind………………

another bruised soliloquy

sometimes

Killeen, United States

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