Give me some room
Shadowy figures
Worthless, ugly masses
Creeping cross my skin
Like dirty moths
Fluttering at the light
That is my mouth
Captors force open my jaws
Chained, I struggle
And you perpetual spiders
Lay eggs in my tongue
Black, brown, and yellow
Insects born of garbage
Filthy maggots
I dropp my lamp and flee
For safer shores.
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