your favorite prize

21. 01. 2025 

the more i try to get away, the closer you follow behind me. 

like a tick sticking to a dog, like a hermit crab clinging to any empty shell it can find. 

i'm your dog, i'm your empty shell. 

suck my blood until you make me sick and make a home out of my body until you find one that's less chipped and cracked. 

when i'm all done and you can't steal anymore, at least you'll still have my name left to tarnish. 

pietro.