they're changing without your knowing
their toxicity is constantly growing
you refuse to put down the book
now gaze at yourself, take a look
you've removed yourself from the narrative
wouldn't it have been simpler to let her live?
no, she deserved everything she got
doesn't matter now, only thickened the plot
just one more page, that's all i need
i've finished the novel, let death succeed
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
