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
or
to get thicker skin.
Fair enough,
just don’t hate me,
when I eat you too.
-C.H,
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