the stars spilled from my lips,
divinity stuck between my teeth,
i wanted to rip my throat out and
let the world know my ruinous path.
but it just keep clogging on
black holes and asteroids,
oxygen at 2%
i can't even scream
for help as
my mouth gasps for breath
searching for 98% breathable air
— alas, the world was breathtaking agony as you try to scream into an endless void
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