I give you a death in the first chapter
Where it is grim and solemn and unsurprising.
She knew - we all did - that it was coming.
Far off in a shore of grey, the mist teases.
Stretching it's cold curled tips towards you-
You are embraced.
And that feeling tickles you- tickled her in a way that only an end would.
To be at ease, finally. Finally.
Her eyes are closed.
And her bed thrashing and pouring again stone.
A comfort.
I miss you...
I turn every stone over when I go there.
Looking for a trace of you.
And the face of you I always find,
smiling through the water falls.
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Self sabotage/ regrets
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Untitled Anthology for the 20 somethings
PoetryMoulding myself into something I'm not. a love letter to all the sweetly gorey things and afflictions that are a part of being a young adult like love, insecurities and vulnerability in 15 parts. Image: "Connected, Communicating" Noah Kocher.
