[haven't written here in a while. hey nice to see you guys. enjoy this mini spam ig]
I am rage
Whistling through the air
Like a vicious
And
t u r b u l e n t
Storm,
Ripping apart and
d e v o u r i n g
Whole towns
Like they are made of
Paper.
YOU ARE READING
i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]
Poetry/ˌnänəɡˈzistəns/ the fact or state of not existing or not being real or present. (alternatively: the state of having dug your own grave into the wet earth of a forest far from everyone who ever pretended to care, lying down and letting maggots make...