Ditch Witch
Turn from me
You wretched, defiled one
with your soulless promises
and hollow smiles
while your shell kisses my lips
plague my memory no more
you cursed creature from below
consumer of purity and hope
mother of lies
I shun the moment we met
drawing me to the fathomless deep
Below God's goodness
to your dwelling place of filth
and stink.
of demon-adorned depravity
where I was only barely able to
escape from;
Take your lies and go
away from my memory
forever.
poem by Denis Kucharski
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