Overwhelming dread
a quivering line
on the edge of my vision all the time
fine hairs moving at will
vomitous tension
burned out and rebuilt
over and over again
day in and day out
like waves
rolling over an ocean
of dry dead blades
constant vibrant blackness
Radiating from my pores
My eyes shining in the dark
walking through like noon time
Every time lips pulled apart
only puffs of smoke departed
even in my despair
I tried to sound the warning
the hour was far too late,
the explosion
was imminently incoming
no one but me
could hear my plea
Now I walk alone
through a dried up fetid sea
Searching
for any non-consumed identity
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
Writing to sort the trapped ideas, and unsaid words left inside my mind. My brand is BlockWife. I am reselling, writing, and creating content on multiple platforms, check me out on link tree https://linktr.ee/blockwife
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