Salad Days

Instead of flowers I
Eat salads plain and dry
Letting my teeth grind away
At dirt and earth mixed with
The muddled thoughts of
Self-sacrifice, a touch of obsession
These mantras that grow green
And bullish in my mind
Chewing on the vacancy
Glassy eyes, sorry excuses
Piled up on flavorless nothing
At the end of the day

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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