i will go out for a walk on my own
and think about things and mull things over
and i will stay outside swimming in the cold air
until my skin tingles and the sky falls
and i will do it every day until it feels okay
because the grass and trees and wind
used to be so terrifying long ago
and for such a long i have been afraid
but these noises in my head are leaking from my eyesockets
so until they dry up or they empty
i will never be used to the outside
i will never be used to this
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
