I've seen death fluttering around.
I have caught its feathers in the palm of my hand. They are small, and blacker than the deepest darkest abyss.
They give you a sense of hopelessness if you hold them for too long. The knowledge that death will catch up to you, no matter what.
It will cover your eyes with its small wings and carry your life away.
There is no escaping it.
No matter how fast you run.
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Petals of Eternity
PoetryA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
