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So, I kind of started typing up notes for exactly how I want the plot to go before writing the last chapter, but then I just kept going and this appeared. It's sort of nonsense, but I figured I should show it to you as a sort of transition. Additionally, it may(if you look deep enough) allow some further insight for the next chapter. Anyway, this is pretty much a rough draft, and I doubt any of you will like it- my poetry has never been shared and I often spend much more time on it than this, so I don't have any outside opinions- but still, just in case...here's my word vomit composed in a poem-like format, for your enjoyment/cringe.



grief follows you like your shadow

clinging to your fingertips and clawing at your ankles;

slipping down your throat and choking y-o-u

with your mistakes and regrets and loathing

...

you are punished by and for

your triumphs and memories and love

they perceive enmity

in the light

to make themselves feel better about

their own mistakes and regrets and loathing

no matter your self-hatred

but here

in the darkness

we are unassuming

we will accept you and your monsters

we will ease the pain

and give you sweet relief through numbness

there is peace

...

where they would suck you dry of love, like a desert

or they would let you overflow, suffocate; drown

we will take what we must, and share when we must

we are your equilibrium

because

grief is all of the love you have packed into you

that you have been left unable to give

we are your outlet

...

I will accept your grief

I will take on your burden

I will give you wings to fly

detach

dark as the night sky, yet as brilliant as the stars

so relinquish your grief through love;

let me be your anchor

and your liberator

now

and for the rest of eternity

rest

here.


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