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Comments about Tina Stewart
Cowering, curled in a ball on the floor
You peck peck peck then you peck some more
Like a carrion crow who’s discovered dead flesh
You hover then swoop down to wound me afresh
Slashing and piercing raw, tenderised skin
You stab through my skull reaching scarred mind within
Pecking and picking, severing threads
Turning reason and positive thoughts on their heads
‘Til all fight escapes me, left timid and small
Beaten into submission, to new depths I fall
My worthless existence I question again
Is life really worth all this hurt? All this pain?
Should I ...