Like a clutching appendage gone wrong, stirring, a buzzing in the skin, a bated breath.
She was scared that her love for him was time sensitive, jolting her into a constraint, trying to numb herself so she doesn't fill the space with doubt, trying to find ways to live without him.
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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...
