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Jun 2016
Sunlight cuts out under the hills.
Ghostly-green lanterns flood the streets
Like haunted water birthing light
Without its heart-lifting warmth.
No blood leaking into the skies, they're dry
Like my peace-starved brain.
One drop to replenish lost youth.
That one drop. Always just a stretch too far.
Bickering with both sides of my mind
As the sky's smoke is listening,
Then the glistening of a memory.
Of a flash. Of cold burning.
A memory in the back of my skull
Projecting an entity into reality.
Reaching to touch...yes, I can feel it
Within my grasp, unlike the comfort of peace.
If it cannot come to me, I'll force
Destruction on myself until nothing but peace exists.
Solitude is a beautiful downfall.
Solitude is an addictive drug.
Darkness fills the space around me
And in me. The lover of a lonely *******.
A poppy-petal embrace of serrated limbs;
***** wounds sting nerves and veins.
Biting flesh and feasting on sense
With the narrowing of light-eaters.
Simultaneous effects on thought and feeling,
Dissolving into what will one day be the present.
Corvus
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Corvus  27/Trans Male/Liverpool
(27/Trans Male/Liverpool)   
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