Now the sea is exposed,
as the road makes a harsh curve to reveal the opening.
The moon is glistening like a scorching reminder to my eyes,
illuminating tears scraped upon ***** skin through shattered windows.
The water seared through my senses,
and it smelled warm and foul.
And I'm stuck,
Feeling only the lasting,
timeless last resort.
A blank space preying on the empty feelings.
With no knowledge of my own,
I'd dulled myself,
until my senses were but the remnants of a limb of lost circulation.
A nag,
a tingle,
a twitch
spread down my spine to tickle my nerves.
Grounded impulses lay its weary to a fitful rest.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
Now the sea is exposed,
as the road makes a harsh curve to reveal the opening.
The moon is glistening like a scorching reminder to my eyes,
illuminating tears scraped upon ***** skin through shattered windows.
The water seared through my senses,
and it smelled warm and foul.
And I'm stuck,
Feeling only the lasting,
timeless last resort.
A blank space preying on the empty feelings.
With no knowledge of my own,
I'd dulled myself,
until my senses were but the remnants of a limb of lost circulation.
A nag,
a tingle,
a twitch
spread down my spine to tickle my nerves.
Grounded impulses lay its weary to a fitful rest.
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