i know
i know what it takes to lose the sense
to not owe your own body and soul
i know how it feels to have your innocence ripped
and bleed for years after the horrendous play
the display of your faults and disgust
the cuts and bruises that you inflict on yourself
it’s not easy to abdicate
and chew your own remains

i know
i know

© jacob greb — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad