A wild volcanic burst of anger slices up her insides, carving up her insanity.
Her bones are macerated with blood, with indecision, with fear, with a dallying wake.
She thinks it's pathetic, it turns her tongue to ice.
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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...
