Letters touch the soul, steel peels her core.
She bleeds, bleeds red. The blood seeps to
gore. Her eyes–lost clouds, pressed deep blue.
She secures her touch, feels the rotted hole.
Buh du buh du buh du bu;
the world's crust creeps to closed port.
The sole body left, the body left the soul
the bullet rests her chest
forever.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
Letters touch the soul, steel peels her core.
She bleeds, bleeds red. The blood seeps to
gore. Her eyes–lost clouds, pressed deep blue.
She secures her touch, feels the rotted hole.
Buh du buh du buh du bu;
the world's crust creeps to closed port.
The sole body left, the body left the soul
the bullet rests her chest
forever.
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