My Best Friend
06/07/2021 Why ask for help when no one heeds the call?
That little girl, she's only seen the darkest side of humanity. Like the glow depicted in cinema, as a some tasteless version of a miracle, that is the slam of every negative thing in which she bears witness. Alone in the crowd, the ebony her only company, she treads carefully, though she needs not worry; they do not see beyond their own entity. Courage to ask, her own way, for someone, anyone, to be with...me. My only companion, the one who forevermore responds so intensely, the abyss, absorbs words, eating away her intellect as the synthetics fail to keep her darkest corners at bay. Alone in a crowd, meet my best friend! Won't you join us in The Void? It's lovely here, like a quiet, cold, and dead sea.
About the Creator
Melissa Oros
Macbre poetry. In 2013 I had an emotional breakdown. I notice now most of the inspiration comes from the darker place since then (before 2013), versus my older poetry being light, funny, passionate in love, etc.
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