My head is pounding,
not resounding,
in my ears,
i hear my fears,
that lurk within your boiling blood,
They jerk your heart, and start a flood.
Soul. Gone. Hurt. Dead.
Abysmal. Sequester.
Manumitting the heavens.
Repercussions, Consequences, deepest Insecurity--
You're lost in a battle you can't win,
Despite the hope you can.
There's nothing left for you, my friend.
Forgive me when i say
that this shall be the very end.
Goodbye, I've loved,
I'm soaring above.
No longer I am here to say
Such there has been here today.
I've loved you more than you could see,
I am touched by you, by thee.
-Eliza K.
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Life is a Wiggle
PoetryFortune cookies can be right, no matter how wrong they sound. October and I (Eliza) found this to be humoring upon many occasions—like when she managed to pull a nearly incoherent one out of a sweet yet plain cookie. “Life is a wiggle.” We don’t kn...
