Pestilence emerges, faceless and content it meddles, with your temperament.
The umbilical cord knots itself.
Projected amidst endurance agony has forgotten how to pulsate.
Creases consume you; shallow graves whisper your name.
Sentient, a mould is for breaking.
Depth perception aggravates your ether.
Monarchs seem to validate a peace that should be abandoned.
Chrome tipped egos are abhorrent.
Scavenge your own empathy.
And leave me behind.















Comments
I do so love your language! I need your vocabulary!
Projected amidst endurance agony has forgotten how to pulsate.
This is so beautifully worded..
WHO is this person or people that keep making you write such things!??
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"Though at that time men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit."
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
I am inspired by a lot of things, music, art, random conversations lately it has been easier than normal, which is nice.
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Please, don't drink the emperor.
*mysterious humming*
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"Though at that time men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit."
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
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Please, don't drink the emperor.
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**swoosh**
Will work for
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