it's as if the devil has declared each part of me as it's own,
devouring on the sweet taste of my agony.
I'm trying to claw through all the pain and make it out alive and breathing,
alive and heaving,
alive and seething.
I'm made out of all the trillions of burning balls of carbon out in the sky,
flecks of iron dust kissing each and every one of my features.
But the magnetic force of emotions wasn't strong to protect my feeble body,
the impact of the solar wind burning through my exterior and piercing my inner core.
My heart.
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Multiverse
Poetry{multiverse (n.) ˈmʌltɪvəːs' a hypothetical space or realm consisting of a number of universes, of which our own universe is only one.} "he let her use him like a rag doll, left over after being toyed." Poems just for fun, no frequent updates. {trig...
