there they were again,
the bitter and unbearable screams of the realm which once felt like home to me.
the wounds of the world fastened onto me;
my body's natural senses leaked through my
eyes, leaving me
intoxicated —
with no one in this
world to comfort me.
—b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
