Note: I really have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this one, but it made perfect sense in my head at the time.

Fame

A poet
smothering in the spotlight
of fame.

Having sex
among the poems
of hate and fear.

Bitterness and loathing.

It’s a lonely place
But is it worth it?

 

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