my veins have merged with vines and roots
my bones have been painted with petals and pricked with thorns
my lungs have been crumpled and compressed to mildew and ash
yet i am more than a walking corpse
i am a painting pieced together by brushes of natures will
pulled forever forward
by the ghosts preserved in my mind
for truthfully
where else is there to go
after all
we are so closer to death than we think
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𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔰
Poetry𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 just a collection of my terrible poems because yes I'm going to torture you like that :))) also there's a lot of death and ghost im...
