Bleeding out from self-inflicted conniptions
Deafened by the ear-shattering report of rage
Jabbing and stabbing, craving and staving
A shudder in the stillness of vespertine
Another epilogue, for another volume on impuissance
Midnight eyes, rain clouds in her sky, staring at the ceiling
Asphyxiating words dying in the air
Reaching out from self-constriction, limply hanging from her slackened maw
Sardonically dripping onto the pillow
art: Tide by Margarita Georgiadis
*18.07.02.08.44
Wow!
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I honestly never know what you see, but I’m glad you see something, thank you
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Why won’t I see beauty??!
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Exquisite
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You’re very kind, thank you
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Excellent, excellent piece.
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Thank you, thank you, Lucy
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The way make phrases and put your words together, a true wordsmith
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You’re very kind, thank you
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