At first I clung so hard to you
That I felt the pain as my finger bones shattered
my skin was shredded and the muscles rended
And then I held nothing,
and the darkness took me
Whispering that I wouldn’t heal
Wouldn’t feel warmth again
And then I did
And in that instant I forgot you
Lost you somewhere behind in that darkness
And no matter how hard I try
I just can’t remember why it was so important
That I held on
Even if my hands bare the scars of reflex
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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