Silver Walls
Let the chains melt from the ceiling.
Your lips shine with liquid mercury.
Lay on the mirrored ground.
Lungs left without air.
Against the wall.
Free yourself.
Dripping.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
