My blood pours
Words spill
I Motion forward, but my heart empty and still
I lost it all like a robbers ravaged till
How I go on I don’t know
A corpse crawling for salvation
A remnant calling for excavation
Instead only scavengers find me, as I lay ill
Black and cold like the crow
They peck and nibble at my wounds and organ yet to be sewn
I’m dying slow
Eating my own festering brain akin to sea squirts, or Paul upon Hannibal’s call
I lost it all
This is my fall
Labored breaths, heavy chest, I lay waiting for god to claim what’s left..
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Comments (1)
This was so poignant. I loved it!