Cicada
sick of his own face
sick of his own skin, of the dark,
he crawls outside himself
to sing
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:13 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
sick of his own face
sick of his own skin, of the dark,
he crawls outside himself
to sing
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:13 PM
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