Underneath the poison moon, she stares up at the leaden stars. Gravity pulls the stars closer, and she feels the dead weight upon her trembling shoulders. Supernovae explode, the tremors convulsing through her fragile body. The heavy stars press harder, her shoulders bow and crack beneath the tremendous weight. Silently, she bears the pain, and with quiet determination, she struggles to breathe, all while making such a feat look effortless.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoesiaThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
