she wants death
Fuzzy feeling, screeching sounds
Emptiness
She wants nothing
Nothing but all the wrong to invade her,
Engulf her,
Destroy her with one swift blow.
She’s drinking those dark waters
She’s carrying them like a trophy
She’s poisoned outside, living inside
Not able to let anything out, because it’s on her skin
And voice
And smile.
Screeching, fuzzy, warm
Cold, starving,
Expelling
It’s all the same
Death and life
It’s a malaise that covers you like a warm blanket,
It’s a dressing of fear and anguish and terror
It’s on you but no one can see it,
It’s death and life
And cold, dark, light.
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There is beauty in tragedy, and there is tragedy in beauty... you've accomplished both in this poem! Stunning!