Along the ruins
in this universe,
there's a girl
who is faceless.
Molding, turning words
into poems and proses
to scream her curses.
Violent thoughts
boiling and frost.
She can both
smile and howl
in a blink of an eye.
And she is I.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
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Along the ruins
in this universe,
there's a girl
who is faceless.
Molding, turning words
into poems and proses
to scream her curses.
Violent thoughts
boiling and frost.
She can both
smile and howl
in a blink of an eye.
And she is I.