Spurn (Poetry)

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Are you really worth the trouble

The wait

The glory and the devotion?

Are you a religion

A god, my God?

My savior and redeemer?

 

Like a seed

Implanted in rich soil

You sprout out tendrils

That reach out;

they come at me

With knives,

they hold me hostage

 

You play with my emotions

And what a cruel thing to do—

Who the fuck do you think you are?

 

Words, photography by Teegee Villanueva

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