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LucE Oct 2017
I am so afraid to dance

with the feelings that prance

so highly in my heart

that every beat

is one of defeat.
LucE Apr 2017
Atop a tower,
a cuckoo's nest,
lie eggs restless
awaiting tick-tock.

One bird flew,
one bird fell
from heaven-bound hill
of cracked glass,
rotten wood and
broken hands.

Tick-tock said the cuckoo's
clock
before collapsing with a mighty
BANG.
KoeKoeK
LucE Apr 2017
Your words; a shower,
it washes away.

They rip, they tear
holes
in candy paper-like skin
all day.

It seeps, it enters
In cracks on my skin.
It deepens, it hollows
Until I am paper thin.

I wait and hear
Until I no longer bear
The echo
of your voice.
How he tore apart my heart
and washed me down the drain.

— The End —