Today, I thought of death
Its scythe, more magical than grim,
How miserable would my corpse be?
Will I ever retain a strand of my memory?
Every key I threw, and dagger I've bloodied,
Every dog-shaped cloud I refused to look at,
A lit up screen I chose over the night sky
the heart I wrapped in scarves of faux fur
Will I ever retain a strand of my memory?
Of the stings on my barefoot, to the strangles of my shoes
From my giggles for candies to the applaud for friends
Even with fear, I sometimes hope I could.
What if I did die?
Will the boy in blue finally cry?
Will it even be death if you never lived?
Will I ever retain...
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoetryWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
