These bathroom tiles are running deep with cracks of ruby red. The flesh prison is moving slow, a earthquake with every rise and fall of the beating heart of the mountain. The cracks snap and become deeper and deeper running into a current of red. It's getting dark. God forbid the moon that glows in night and dies in day, it shows only the time that is left and not that of which is given. It's slowly running out.
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Lifeline Rants 2020-2024
Terrordark poetry and writings based in fiction. Written from the perspective of an outsider looking in with context. This isn't directed at anyone. It just helps me to write in perspectives of people.
