the trenches are stickier than blood.
unexpectedly a brush of a kick nudged her nonstop into the shell of her skin, a thundering clamor that whittles into her bones, reminding her that she is anything but mundane.
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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...
