sometimes it feels like someone's trapped one of the old gods in my chest
and it is screaming, clawing, beating at my ribs
desperate to break out of my fragile skin
in those moments, i feel ageless and aged
like all of time belongs to me
and the world is mine to shape or shatter
perhaps this is why power and pain seem to linger in my bones,
scattered creation a fluid mess through my cosmos brain
and why i am always hungered
in the stomach and in the mind
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a garden of monsters || poetry collection
Poetryall that i create, all that i touch, is poisoned |completed 1/6/19|
