I will make a masterpiece out of the carnage you have left, because you have given me no other options.
A destruction too great in measure can only be repurposed.
When all is said and done, a glorious mural of red will be hanging over the corpse of who I was.
I am born again, a blazing phoenix cultivated from the ashes I was reduced to.
Your pettiness falls on deaf ears as I smolder in the blackest of nights.
Your grasp no longer afflicts me, for the sensation of your burning flesh is unpleasant.
It is only best if you wither by my heat before I have the chance to devour you.
My world now blooms exclusively in red.
As violent plumes of thrashing color.
This is my domain,
of which you do not belong.
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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...
