my limbs took me far across lands
branches from elderly trees scratched my skin
and my shins
as i ran
away from iridescent reflections
the blue in my eyes was turning grey
the cuts on my feet had soaked in dirt
a human sponge
that's all i was
i learned of pain
yes, this was what it was like
to be born
again
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Love, Death
Short StoryA story told in poems, about a girl who becomes death. - Written for ESCAPRIL 2022.