Her ribs could feel her linage clotting, spattering in hostility, a blaring draught of doubt. She can't erase who she is but if only she could quiet the dull throbbing that stings her heart.
She caviled at the risks she wasn't willing to accept.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
