Prescribe: Raw tissue, love-struck eyesight
Saw: Yet these wounds were self-inflicted
Premeditated: Yet nothing is out of place but my head
Lace: Symptoms of typhoons spoon-fed your ingrained migraine
Mucus-like ruckus focused on my order, scrambled
Blending the blurs with your rendering spurs, spirts of high-spirited hurts
Your heavy-handed discard followed your diehard accounting, tracking then backtracking
My wish; your command - nothing but an avoiding void – your name recalling my metaphysical death
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Mirage Refuge by Rhizome Olivia Quondam
PoetryI crafted this novelization in poetic form in order to exude the sentimental tragedy concerning the abuse of power dynamics in a rule-breaking relationship. This style encompasses all seven types of literary conflicts, through implication, exclusion...
