Blackened veins, severed wounds.
Her voice was cracking timbres fringed with a startling strain.
In a frenzied panic, her heart trickled from her lips.
She smiled wide in disdain.
The perfect prey, bottom feeders knew just how to make her believe that she was nothing, a blimp, a carcass of flesh that was destined to peel.
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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...
