BATTLE OF THE SAME ICHOR
With your festoon of indignation
You muddle your way into fruitful hearts
Stalking like a predator waiting to feast on its prey
Eyes a torrent stream
I gleam back daunting
Dispiriting your fury as your muscles clench
Aching to spit fire
You speak fiend tongues
Prowling, wielding me of bolt
Seething through your teeth
Consuming doom wraps itself around my throat
stifling breaths,
Sights white,
A cat scratching at its brute
Meat at his teeth,
Blood has been spilt
Innocent cries fuel an appetite
Behind my fierce eyes lurks grief
As An unfortunate battle of the same ichor
Continues after skins decorate galaxies and bones turn to wicker
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4am
PoesíaI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
