And Your Last Breath is Chalk

"Who do you think you are

breathing your hot breath

on my shoulders

and back

You hate me

and I know you do

but who do you think

that is here?

You touch me with

hot hands filled with

rage and malice

and make my skin bleed

And I have not touched

you

I have only

outraged your senses

My existence is

anathema to you

so you rail and fight

and scratch and claw

But YOU don't see

I cannot be harmed by

you, because you are

animal

And I am BESTIAL."

- Hobobob

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