King of Want
To want.
Desire is ugly.
Incessant.
Shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.
Desire as a question.
Desire as a promise.
Desire as a holy knife-
a foreign object-
lodged deep within the body.
“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.
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