And with a morbid elegance, of sorts,
the blood seemed to float from her wrists in the way that koi fish would skim blithely against a surface of teal ripples,
the gills of her flesh left gasping for relief through thick bubbles of crimson,
splashing themselves over stained skin,
soul serenely
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and drowned in oblivion.
Her brain buzzes with the tender hum of death,
a forgotten tide of, both, memories and regrets efflorescing into an aquarium of corpses;
A melancholic mixture of remorse and euphoria swim through the streams of her indigo veins.
Devoid of her humanity.
Writhing like a fish out of water.
Merely mortal.
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Poesía'A lucid trip through the cosmos and constellations' ✦ · . ✷ ✦ ✦ · . ✷ ✷ ...
