She thought she had outwitted her flesh eating psyche, it so easily grazed her
making her feel small, a slight lurch that staggers, weaving her ticking pulse into a halt.
She was continually flickering, linking her jittery concerns with reality, getting tipsy on panic.
An unfailing repetition of snagging her nail towards the top and then falling just to pick up a shovel and dig her own grave.
Why is it so hard to be the person that you want to be?
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
