Hunched back, exhaling poisonous gas
Another monster from my deck
Frequently visits at infrequent hours
Causing false awakenings and scattering my sanity
The tensions and demands bloom like fresh hatred for love
Colourful pillars crash under this mighty carnivorous flora
To wake is to enter a nightmare
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoésieI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
