‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
It felt like a stab right though my heart,
hot liquids are flowing down to my cheeks,
these bruises are numbing,
these scratches are twitching,this isnt what i deserve,
i felt so betrayed, petrified and tortured,
have i killed a person in my past life?
have i done an irrevocable sin in this life time?my hope is draining,
my pulse is palpitating,
this beat in my veins are painful,
breathing is tiring,the call of gravity is chanting,
i just wanted to lay down and shut my eyes,
fantasize flowers and butterflies,
turning off every involuntary deeds in my body.‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
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Hiraeth
PoetryA grammatically blemished metaphorical poetry, prose, harangue and statement- composed around late 2018 till early 2019-for the writer's regrets.