hours walked past her,
she sauntered through the path of death.
'it has begun—' a gasp climbed up,
her avarice drank deeper,
sinking her into the drought.
the burning flames engulfed her skin,
her obsidian flesh inviting the smoke.
chapped lips ran with a faint smile,
her screams kicking in; coughing the murk.
a narrow sob; her limbs paralysed,
she kissed the tears that swam within.
the power in her squirmed,
fading into the lap of death.
the black roots stabbed her vision,
her heart was smashed by the burning collision.
— luce.
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lune ─ soul
Poetryher heart was just like a bottle, she said. now that the bottle is abidingly ruptured, her reflection is buried in those pieces, luminatining under the moonroof. her dread was stapled, the bones in her were now withered. the soul that her eyes carri...