Curious foul thing
by Marné Swanepoel
You wanted it so badly:
To see what I was made of.
So badly that you cut me open
Just so you could admire a flood of
Countless colours,
A cocktail of blood and dirt and hurt.
Slowly, I feel, my roots,
Wrap around my surroundings
So, I have something to hold onto
When I let go of foul things
Foul things, like you.
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