Anonomus Scorpio Poet Monorhyme

Autonomy, a fitting end

The cement is heavy when mixed with the loss of autonomy
It's dried around my boots; I welcome the body of water in front of me
Where my afflictions will feel each drop enter my lungs, and then I'll be free
Of the horrors, plagues, and false words, that are brought by living honestly— FML A.S.

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Paige Hind October 13, 2025 at 8:45 PM We are responsible for ourselves. Yes, it's fitting. I enjoyed this write, A.S. <3 Paige Hind October 16, 2025 at 12:40 PM What a unique way of thinking A.S.!! I never even thought of that :/ LOL :) Anonomus Scorpio October 14, 2025 at 8:31 PM I once tried to investigate where responsibility dwells. I found the clock quickly striking. It's loudest twelves.. But that bell, didn't stop ringing, So I could find a moment to be myself.. I am so incredibly grateful for you A.S.