And she knew then
That the loneliness etched into her bones
Could never be washed out
The ugly in her would never fade
With age
She would be unlovable
Til the last clock ceased ticking
Til the universe itself eroded away
She would always carry the weight
Of stars on her shoulders
Basking in galactic giants
Her loneliness was the dark between the suns
Her ugliness tainted the black, charred
Though cold as ice
She wept eternally for herself
Her tears turned to crystal
And her heart turned to stone
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PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
