My worthless name floats off into the gentle breeze.
It expires upon your lips.
Your syllables blur into the breaking wind.
Your warm arms widen.
Welcoming my impact.
But I prefer to fall.
The Earth gladly swallows me up.
Absorbing my blistering skin.
Sparing you from my burn.
I rot in my own flesh.
But nothing will cultivate from my waste.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
