dead crow on the wet road
rain poured and puddles formed
road wet just enough to fall
that was when death called
a single thread of a spider web
clashing currents to strangers fade
wrinkled bedsheets with a broken wall
wind on your eyelashes gently blow
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Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
