Cocoon of nostalgia A bedfellow peace Errant wrist slips cold Memory graces invasion I will always feel this way Clawing at eyes and heaven Drinking the glass of my tears Swells of stars Last glimmers of self The salt and tang of starfall I will always be like this My skull against a wall Over, in repetition, chorus Morse and sorrow Detailing blood running cold To the boiling point The point of knife Biting on its edge Crunched tight, yearning for heat Heartbeat rings off steel I don’t want to feel like this Blade in, like a beak across A body of water The water of my body, red End, dead, pain. MEND! Scared. Scarred. Spared. Light. Bright. Fight. Tonight. Night... I don’t feel anymore.
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