Bombs burn red all evening; consuming my burned skin. I run through these glass slices. Do you see my blue heart crack, yet asking "why"? A slender tentril- like lace is my dark song of love for him.He loved me, if but for briefly...
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Ten minutes until midnight
Poetry*⚠trigger warning [just to be safe]⚠* A collection of dark poems, that discuss topics like loss, anger, despair, abuse, etc. And occasionally, hidden hope. This is TTL at their most midnighty [yup, I just made up a word]. Level of dark varies depend...
