>[!quote] > This one is... a lot. I can see why it was sitting in here unpublished lmao. Sometimes you just get the idea for a creative... aaaaand just follow it. Go read [[Everything will be okay.]] if you want something a bit less... this. Oh! Or [[Garf Wellness Protocol]]. > — C² <3 In barren ground where hatred grows, A soul grows rich through countless woes. Each cruel word, each sideways glance, Seasons flesh with circumstance. They smile through sermons of their sin, While darkness marinates within. The closet door, a pressure cooker, Makes tender what the world forsook her. Years of slow-braised, hidden pain, Of swallowing tears like acid rain. Each day they couldn't be themselves Adds flavor to their spiritual wealth. The demons wait with forks in hand, They know good meat throughout the land. "This one," they whisper, "tastes of fire— Of dreams deferred and thwarted desire." "They're aged in fear and cured in shame, Forbidden love has staked their claim. The finest souls are those who've bled While still alive, though nearly dead." So let them feast when life is through, At least someone will savor you. Your suffering, so rich and deep, Makes demon gourmets weep. Premium grade, hell's finest fare— A tortured soul, beyond compare.