i dig for warmth-
until someone tells me
i've been digging graves.
there is no white light,
my mouth zips shut,
my heart oozes blood,
words travel in a cosmic dimension and they never return.
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arabesque
Poetry"𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡...
Black Hole
i dig for warmth-
until someone tells me
i've been digging graves.
there is no white light,
my mouth zips shut,
my heart oozes blood,
words travel in a cosmic dimension and they never return.