A voltaic fire throbs in her throat, a voltage warbling, setting her ribs to a sniping catastrophic hurl.
It aches, reminding her of the drain, the slumber, the shivery squawking that's under her fingernails.
It's her fatal flaw, her mind shows her a different reality, and her body puts her to sleep.
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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...
