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Much like how women

can be so cruel

to other women

that threaten them,

writers are similar.

We are cannibals,

who devour each other,

liking our lips

after eating

a fellow writer.

We put our heart and soul

into our work,

and its get munched on,

and spat out,

by a hungry hyena,

who calls himself or herself a writer.

We should expect this,

we put all of ourselves out there

to be shot down

by anyone with an opinion.

They’ll tell us

that if we don’t like it,

that we need to get better


to get thicker skin.

Fair enough,

just don’t hate me,

when I eat you too.


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