Gather your torches
Let your singe eye be ray
We're about to find the meaning of life
Idle and far
Not hapiness
Scattered on graveyards
The ribcages sinking with terrible truth
Verminated a sense of freedom pesters
Turnes into riot
Gutting these words; a water pit
I've thrown myself into knowing I can't escape
Some girl I named sweet cruel thing for having
Maudlin Maws
Full of brutal phrases to say
Drowning my face in it atrocities
I'm becoming an ocean in a water pit
Battering the brim till I spill
Poetry surging engaging my grave
May it save me
Make sense of the mayhem
Blare what's been left to absence
Say what's been for all of my life just in my head
A girl's scream
7 July 2022
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MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)
PoesiRiddles of the lamented heart I keep preserved in a decent hush of demented peace and quiet. Major tw bitches
