Tiny Fractures of Death
As the clock ticks on,
the soul
encounters
tiny fractures of death
hairline cracks
seemingly invisible, superficial
yet they run deep
one
more
word
one
more
look
one
more
reason
to
S h a t t e R
and
nothing
matters
anymore
Nothing.
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randomness
balisa
young heart
frog-in-throat
the thought of ... .
the snots phase again
wanting to scream
wanting that dam to break
but forcing it not too,
too much, that the belly of the dragon hurts
and the demons
become unhidden
unmasked
and no, they are not imaginary
just frozen all along
and with the heat of
emotions,
the forced melting of these glaciers
lead to the unraveling
the shifting, actually
of mindsets
and heartaches
this makes no sense
again,
I ramble
just lost
with the thought
of having lost you
all these years
1220541620 years
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