The windowsill is a tease, granting it false freedom
It buzzes fervently with the grating low pitch of an appliance before falling silent
Fighting the throws of poison along its back
Little zzzt zzzt zzzt
It lifts up and lazily flies around and flop again, fly around and flop again
A little beast and me, sick of each other's presence
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Nihilist's Cookbook
PoetryA collection of dark poems and writing pieces. 🛑THIS BOOK AND ITS CONTENTS IS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE ON WATTPAD, TWITTER (twitter.com/luxfalls), INSTAGRAM (instagram.com/luxfalls) AND TUMBLR (luxfalls.tumblr.com), NO SITE IS ALLOWED TO USE IT AS I - L...
