eyes are the windows to the soul. but mine are pitch black.
windows need curtains- to shield and protect. my eyelashes are long, guarding me from the worst of sights and debris.
my eyelashes are long, holding my soul hostage in my own body, with no way to escape.
my eyelashes are long, every tear being caught with everlasting fluidity and thievery.
my eyelashes are long, because they know that i don't take my anger out on anyone else except for myself.
my heart is somewhere in my chest, guarded by a thick curtain of ribs.
my soul is guarded in my eyes by an angry mob of eyelashes.
but my skin is always susceptible to the gashes i like to inflict upon myself.
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Poesiaearth → purgatory → heaven // hell ↓ illusion my poem compilation from the past year ♤ lowercase intended ♤
