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After so many metaphorical wounds,
An encounter with physical harm rarely scared her.
After so much soul bleeding,
Real blood never managed to faze her.
After all those scars painted over her emotions,
The bruise on her right cheek couldn't daze her.
After this many mental breakdowns,
A knife twisting in her stomach wouldn't shock her.
She'd rather plunge into the depths of the finite ocean
Than dive into her mind's seemingly infinite darkness.
She'd rather let the waves wash her ashore on the sandy beaches
Than be carried away by the ever stretching horizons of doubt.
She'd rather let the windy breeze blow across her bruised cheeks
Than let the tornadoes swirling in her mind turn her upside down.
She'd rather allow the sea to swallow her whole
Than let her mind tear her apart piece by piece, flesh by flesh.
Deformed
Emotionally into a
Pathetic being with a
Repulsion towards
Existence.
Struggling to
Survive
In this world of the
Omnipotent, the Omniscient, the Omnipresent – like it'll
Never matter.
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YOU ARE READING
a cavalcade of ominous thoughts
Poetryweave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017
