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i am soft, brutally so
fawn-eyed and silent,
existence merely brushes against me and i bleed, night dies and i weep, loneliness burns and i am but need
is there survival for a creature as weak as me?
every bolt of lightening is felt so personally, every burst of anger wobbles my knees, every grey cloud possesses me with the uncertain poison of anxiety
i bathed spring in my empathy, pollenated demeter's lush fields with self betrayal and melancholy,
so much love blossomed from the bloody seeds,
and
i am repaid with ravenous greed,
abandoned broken with pomegranates and pastel pinks
perhaps the final hope for a morbid monster such as i, is to be devoured by the gentle void they call hades.
🥀 A/N: babies don't kill yourselves. There's this poem. One of my favorites, it goes... "People are in the dark, they don't know what to do, I had a lantern, oh but it got blown out too. I'm reaching out my hand and I hope you are too. I just want to be in the dark with you." —Greg brown. 'In the dark with you.'
I don't what kind of darkness you guys are stumbling through but im here too! I know that it's not much to offer and it most likely means almost nothing but please consider it.
