Spider’s Finger

The grip of anxiety is tight,

stretching from the little finger.

It feels like being trapped

in a bubble of hopelessness

and memories of past abuses.

These atrocities

should have never happened,

but unfortunately, they did.

Immensely triggered.

Signals, simple and unexpected.

Living forward, going back.

Where is the right? Where is the left?

Who's on top? Who's underneath?

This circus rides to hell, full of nastiness.

They proved themselves wrong.

They are still hiding and admitting nothing.

What did they win?

Just a trophy made from devil's breath.

It's not worth following, and yet

it makes me wonder how they can be proud of it.

They defend their premises from me,

but they are also mine.

No matter how loudly they shout,

the lawful land

cannot be changed

into someone else's property.

It is truly a shame.

They should have considered it earlier,

but they were too busy

exercising their power and control.

Now it's too late

as they lie partially in the grave

sprinkled with the money they fought so hard to keep.

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