The space in her skull shrinks and clenches, skin pinching bone. It's all dark and she wonders if the sizzling in her head will cease, her ribs have started to crack. She doesn't understand how her body is constantly on a battlefield.
Even though she threw the first bomb, she can't retreat.
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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...
