our stories are what
feed our souls - deep
and on the inside.
in our story we
eat the broken one;
we throw him up on
the table first, divide
his flesh from his blood
and we eat him - after of
course we mumble a few
words. we grind him up
and swallow him and then
he is ours. and then we, we
become the broken ones.
this is to remind us that
not worthy to judge
anyone else - we are
unworthy and we are
as I said before and up
above: broken ones.
the end
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