FIRE FLOODED,
the cracks of her mind.
her heart was in a constant ache, arteries pulsating with a miserable woe, travelling all the way through her spine.
her fingerprints were jet black against anything warm
and she didn't see a way out of it.
a place she could crawl into, a soul she could lean on.
NAGINI, she was dying.
A POEM COLLECTION,
by yours untruly, rou.
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Poetryit was called loss and she felt all through her body. inspired by nagini, and all the hurting in her, Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald.