Every time that I blink, I see thick blood pulsing down my mountain limbs. A river of life escaping this shell. Every time that she comes close, the lava blood gets brighter singing and hissing in my ears. My chest constricts and my hurricane heart pounds. My body rocks with earthquakes but tsunamis will not spray forth from my eyes. The wildfire has abandoned me with the charred corpse as my only reminder of the flame soul that once filled it.
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A Broken Heart Still Beats
PoetryPoetry from a broken heart to prove that mending from pain is possible. As a person who experiences many complex mental health problems, some of the things I publish may be difficult to read for some and triggering for others; so as a disclaimer, k...
