Have I become a vestige of memory?
Are words the only thing keeping me....
Alive?
I fear death; both literal and metaphorical.
These letters trickle from my veins-
Crimson rain
To let you know
I'm still up there
Pouring my all
Into whatever container
You need filled.
I am not dead.....
Still
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 3:34 PM UTC
Have I become a vestige of memory?
Are words the only thing keeping me....
Alive?
I fear death; both literal and metaphorical.
These letters trickle from my veins-
Crimson rain
To let you know
I'm still up there
Pouring my all
Into whatever container
You need filled.
I am not dead.....
Still
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