An anthology of poems written when love was believed but then deceived; when friendships were shattered and when ones mind couldn't fathom the idea of intimacy.
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My teeth are broken, chipped down to ragged edges from sinking my teeth into my fingers and grinding them down too harshly against each other.
My skin turned paler in the cold weather and I only wished to camouflage myself within the snow, Bury myself alive and allow the forming blood to create shapes within it.
My feet are swollen and sore and perhaps I should rest, But I have an overwhelming unknown fear that something is going to happen, So I keep walking.
Seasons are changing within my surroundings with every step; I feel I have been at this for years, yet it has only been a minute. Wind and distant animal calls are the only noises I can hear, An unnerving and anticipating aura seeping through the atmosphere.
I felt the rain drop onto my skin like pins and needles, Soaking my hair to lonesome pink strands. My eyes were closed and the sound felt like waves, comforting me with the idea of being elsewhere. As if the sound was secluded to only my ears, Like music through my earphones.
I could hear Elliott Smith's voice in between my foregrounded thoughts. Roman Candle played distantly and As I listened closely The words seeped from my mouth subconsciously.
