you placed a plastic bag over my mouth
“breathe deep, you will feel much better”
I trusted each of you in my darkest hour
“don’t breathe,” I heard the warning too late
I was sucked dry
my creativity stolen
you walk on broken shells of what was never yours
This poem is for all the people who have been hacked, had their ideas, art or writing stolen. Your work is white washed with a fresh name placed on top. You lose less than the thief.