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664 · Aug 17
Life
304 · Aug 17
Seasonal
Autumn’s Sleep
She wakes in the morning
as the sunshine’s through
pours herself a coffee
a spoon of pain and sorrow to

her friends are shades of reds, yellow
tertiary colors to

her insides so broken
for so long
they won’t fuse

She goes to sleep at ebony's feet
not caring enough
to see another tomorrow

Beautifully Broken
2024
283 · Aug 17
Empty soul
65 · Aug 17
Untitled
stop 🛑
saying to me
I hope you feel better
When I’m not even sick
am I
54 · Aug 17
Traumatized
I live in my body
trapped in this soul
no escape
evil lives here
I’m already home
52 · Aug 17
Barely breathing
If I tell you
I’m savaging
Can I swallow you whole ?

— The End —