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The Well

I saw a well that was all familiar to me Down beneath hides the coldest winter, a barren land so gray and empty   A murky water, pulling me like a vortex screaming my name The shadow crawling over my body binding me While an ancient Sumerian god drumming its hands on the chambers of my heart, the harrowing melody that stirs every beat and a dark symphony that sings of annihilation Sucking all the air in the world each autumn leaves of my lungs falling apart, one by one In the roots, where it crawls twisting and slithering forming a knot around my stomach Like I'm hanging from a tree that peers over the edge of the world A monster hiding beneath in the darkness of the well looking back, to me that was once alive now lifeless and empty
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Zeno
24 / M / North Korea
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Written by
Zeno
24 / M / North Korea
Published
Jan 16, 2025
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35·140
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#well#winter#vortex#annihilation#autumn
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