****, this
Obsolete gravity
Connection
Faltered
Ghost link
Pain
Revisited, oh
Pain
The tide held back, every
Change made too
Late. At night
Intrinsic rain beats and spatters with
With the numbness she said she carried.
Fate! Sadistic insight melds into fruit.
Alone.
Escape and evacuate those ruined parts of your soul, collapse the wreckage and clean the parts that you were shown.
For now, though
I should
Just float.