The stars scatter themselves across her skin and I kiss them gently.
I begin to understand why she has "PAIN" tattooed across her veins, because she knows pain more than pain knows itself.
She breathes it in and swallows its flames and drinks its poison.
Slowly she becomes it.
She is pain.
-JRR
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Dying Song (poetry)
Poetryjust some stuff I made. !TW! Contains vague talk of SH, suicide, ED and general mental illness. -JRR
