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Oct 2017
Everything is gone
In a vacuum of suffering and
Deep, dark wounds.
Internal bleeding causing blue-black
Welts under our skin until we are
Gone, exploding in a red mass of
Blood and screams.
A high-pitched, ear-piercing sound
Dug up my soul and slashed it with a
cold, sharpened knife.
My screams join theirs.
We are a howling black hole of semi-conscious
suffering and dark energy.
There is so much pain.
Written by
Eli S  M
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