Random thoughts

I'm Thunderstruck

There are blood spatters on her cracked mirror. She thinks her reflection is making the mirror brittle and making it creak. Her tears fill the belly of the sink and make it rosy. She ignores the acetic hate that is brewed by the world and forced into her mouth as she chokes on it. She feels asphyxiated but she refuses to see the ugliness of the monstrous shadow that is looming over her head and blinding her.

Her aesthetic appeal is exemplary. All the leeches that attach their tentacles in her eyes cannot stop her from seeing the beauty of someone's writhing soul. She is the panacea and she gives pieces of her two people have lost themselves in their own battles. That's why she is empty because she never saves anything for herself, an empty beacon fuelling the world on sheer selflessness. You can see her hollow organs and her vacant heart floating in a torrent of emptiness.

Her abstract powers are mightier than all the matter that resides in the cosmos.

Sometimes I'm thunderstruck by what she is made of because I've journeyed through her past and I've seen the demons she has subdued. I've had the honor of being rescued by her from a rocking boat beset by thunderous lightning. But what I cannot fathom is how can a person breathe for someone else when the air around them makes them feel suffocated?

I guess, she's just inexplicable and the alphabet was merely made to chronicle her marvels.

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