I feel all hollowed out. Not as though I have a beaten and broken heart - that would require actually feeling something - no. I feel like my heart has rotted away; decayed and become dust.
My ribs are a cage; an empty cavity with the brutalizing breeze of yesterday. An eerie resolve of day. The stench of death - potent - in the air.
--- Ink and Wander
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Butterfly - 12th poetry collection
PoesiaA rainbow is bursting from within me. This is my 12th collection. Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings 10) Stoicism 11) Chry...
