Doleful
standing before a smashed reflection
shards of grief slice me open
droplets of clearest memories
cry from wounds as past echoes
mourn the me
i was known to be
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:06 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.
standing before a smashed reflection
shards of grief slice me open
droplets of clearest memories
cry from wounds as past echoes
mourn the me
i was known to be
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:06 PM
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