Trembling hands undo the undone,
Tragic circumstance receives apathetic response and turns to aggressive pleasure,
He touches her soul and clears her aura of light,
Her body unclean, her mind plagued,
Her soul weak,
Inside... She dies.
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We're All Rusting
PoetryRandom poems written by yours truly Trigger warning: As these poems are written about actual life experiences that I have had some of you may find some details to be rather traumatizing, especially if you have went through anything similar. Not all...
