i look in the mirror and i no longer see the
person that i once knew so well,
she can't tell if she's alive or just hanging on by a thread.
she notices that her eyes no longer look the same. her skin is gray with her veins a darkening purple, teeth snapping with no capability of forming words she would do anything to say. her feet drag against the floor, unable to pick them up from the lack of energy. eventually her mind will go blank, her heart in her chest no longer beating.
the only thing left of her is torn up flesh, exposed bone, and the rotting stench of who she use to be.
— zombie
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The Girl Who Weeped Like A Willow
Poésiethis is a book of poetry that will be updated regularly. it holds my deepest thoughts and feelings. some poems will have trigger warnings. this collection of poems is based off of heartbreak and losing someone who means the world to you but also los...
