She smoked pot
Mixed with her desires
Watched them crumple up and become smoke.
Her eyes were tired,
Her lashes thinner
She could feel her wings tear and wither.
One such night, her body accompanied her ambitions.
Now each time she misses her projections,
Those who mistake her for a hallucination
Cause her anger.
She is terrified,
But she watches.
She is the spark of light that marks a thunderstorm
She is that strong gust of wind that reminds humans that there are things more powerful than them.
She is the beginning of every apocalypse that fails to take form,
For each time she sees a pair of eyes,
They remind her of her sacrifice.
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Marriage of Skin and Steel
PoetryThis is a collection of depressing and unusual poems that I've been writing for the past 3 years since I was a freshman in high school. They're based off of things I've seen, done, or had done to me. Seems as though poetry is my only outlit and esca...
