the music box strands within my heart. each key milking more and more blood from my ears. i scream more and more, begging for it to stop. maybe even a compromise. something to stop the piercing pain travelling through my weak stomach and organs. something to finally shut it up. the music box plays and plays and plays. it feels no remorse even when my jaw splits in half. even when there is nothing left to my body other than freshly bleached bones. it's aching cry's reach out further and further each day, but it will never reach. and so, i spent my waking days and restless nights listening to the wailing of the music box, becoming comfortable with the drip, drip, drip of the blood spewing from my ears and the stomach wrenching pain with each key that escapes it's shell of an entity.
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Poetrysome may not make sense. appreciate my honesty and emotion. UMBRELLA TW FOR MENTIONS OF MULTIPLE THINGS! -ed -addiction -sexual assault/rape -self harm -intrusive thoughts -gore -and slight mentions of being manic • if your triggers fall under any...
