" The humid air encircled my wounded trachea, stretching it's freezing particles over the thin layer of bone.
The calcium dripped furiously down my scorched lungs, while the water tried to distinguish the burning of the enlarging flames.
The molten remains of the bronchiole and alveoli melted within my upper region.
Latching on to the broken exterior of my ribcage.
The molecules and salt littered my body like an abnormal sand box creating a crystal illusion to the eyes that pried in my path way.
The distortion that grasped my unwanted pieces twisted it into an unbearable state.
The outline of the handle was held within my crimson palm.
The black like substance pooled around my broken figure embracing the numbness that filtrated through my cracked barrier.
I was falling in the abyss that left nothingness in my soul, I was gone, empty, just like before the end flashed beneath my eyelids."
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
