soixante trois // cease

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A/N: hello readers,

please read this note before reading my new poem because it is vital for your health and safety, which i care more about than posting poems, thank you.

my poetry seems to be developing a dark nature currently so i would advise those who are influenced easily by, or sensitive to, topics such as death to stop reading. if you are triggered, please delete the book by all means as i do not want to affect anyone. i am just searching for a release through imagery.

thank you.
all the love,

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time has led me to
a tedious impatience;
i wish for the deafeningly sweet release
of death's two hands
to grab me
and never lose their grip

death is a character,
one of our two ethereal souls...
and i am required to abide
with the deathly being
for i am a tragic bomb
tick-tick-ticking
away and
s o o n
i will explode
and cause a devastating ruin

there is a chemical reaction occurring
within me:
there are plants inside me and they are
consuming my precious memories
and releasing toxic thoughts

these sinister organisms have
green poisonous fingers
firmly possessing sharp nails
and
their internal existence
becomes apparent
when they menacingly
scratch-scratch-s c r a t c h
at my skin
until it burns
and bleeds,
temporarily fulfilling an aching
yearn within my mind for a permanent cease in life   

winding around
and suffocating my organs
like a cobra,
these flowers are
collectively muttering under their delicate
and haunting
breaths
"she must die"

and they are
not wrong
for she must die.
i must d i s a p p e a r,
more permanently
than i have already.

o.r

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