Poetry

Jaws

  • 13th Feb 2023
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Jaws

it feels like

every room I walk into

i want to conquer.

there is no battle

but 

i want to win.

everyone else is small fish

that i want to

place between the 

gleaming rows of razor in my 

mouth and chomp on until 

i hear the 

resounding crack.

i mean

why take the 

pathetic

bait of friendship 

when you can

go to war?



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