I wish I could find a wormhole
hop in, travel through a crease in space/time,
come out in a place where
there is no more
anything,
come out in a time when
I can just find you
again.
Where I have everything I need,
some of what I want,
and none of what will harm me.
There is no blood in Destinalia.
No blades.
No hate.
I used to find this place through roleplay;
now it only lives in the mind
of my brother.
I have abandoned hope.
But what if the way out
was easy?
A noose, a neck,
some pills, a swallow,
a car, some courage.
Maybe this is what trigger warnings are for.
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Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAnother poetry collection from my heart, just letting the words bleed onto the page. I mask the hurt with pain, because pain demands to be felt. But hurt just demands to ruin your life.... 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤 "Criminally underrated...
