my heart craves for an explosion, craves for freedom from these chains of steel . . . its every writhing whimper, every scarlet droplet begs to be free. every silent heartbeat wages a gentle war against me.
there's magic in my thin veins, alighting strange desires throughout my aching body . . . these desires so exhilarating, like salty breezes calling me to the sea. desires struggling to take flight but never escaping from under me.
between my body and my soul lies a chasm so wide and deep . . . not dark, nor treacherous, nor terrifyingly steep - just a chasm too wide and deep for this body to ever breach. because the one holding my body back is stubborn old me.
ah, it's just me against me.
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i meant to submit this to a poetry magazine but then realised it's too trashy to qualify so i'm dumping it here instead lol
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CARPE OMNIA | POETRY
PoetryIn the cold night, under the warm honey glow of a lonely lamp post, I silently search for you. I wait.
