In Pieces

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I tore the frayed pages to unseeable shreds

But the words etched onto them

Clutched onto the electric air

Like a death wish whispered through crimson lips

But I stabbed them with my vapidity

Which oozed out of my hollow scarlet eyes

Disguised as frivolous tears

And watched them sink to the ground

Like ill-fated frangible boats

I inhumed them into hastily dug graves

Hidden in the heart of this labyrinthine nightmare

Amongst piles and piles of cataclysmic memories

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