It began right here.

A humbling at my knees. I let him record me doing it all.

I wanted to watch me be a monster later. I didn’t know



he’d leave me with all these vultures grazing my veins.


Me: the dead lion that keeps dying. Him: the flies that won’t leave



my
blood


alone.
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