Machine

Air was pulling me Thin on wheels; then hitting on madness, The crash—left in smashed steel. Left just your consciousness; I’m a ghost to my own pain. I’m a ghost’s brimming eyes Living in a window, to ego and life. The dark Rather than with cycle— Tense in there; You, with the stare— Jab at the broken wheels.

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Anonomus Scorpio

Date: 3/6/2023 7:53:00 PM

You have an inner strength that comes out so vividly and intentionally in your writing. I find it very beautiful that so much emotion shines through it. I hope that you're able to find solace in a similar way that I have. Astounded by you A.S.