8/1/20
he bleached my eyes
knowing the pain of blinding me would be the distraction
from his blistering claws that harrowed at my skin
seeking
hunting
scavaging
for my graphite heart
my defeated spirit
my severed soul
unbeknownst that he would only find fragments
-his fingertips were formed of my blood
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for my young katlyn, having met you is the reason i believe in fate. may your wisdom beyond your years carry you safely.
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𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖞𝖉𝖊𝖜 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ✓
Poetry𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓂 → original poetry & prose → written from july 2020 to july 2021 Copyright © 2020 broken-statues
