To thin the blood with
poisons
smoke breathed in
liqueur poured down
magic injected throughwe claw at the veins
smash our heads on the wall
gasp to empty our lungs
thin, thin, dilute, dilute dilute
until our blood is so small that it can't carry the thought from our head to our heart
to where it takes all of our focus and power to just breathe in and out
to where the only thing left issurvival
no fear,no worry,
no pain
just the cold air in our lungsand the ache in our heart
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Anthology
PoetryA collection of Poems and maybe short starts to fics? Mostly Poems right now.