Raging raven rebellion rani, raspy & reclusive.
Parades peppered praise inside poltergeist pockets.
Ebony so effervescent, it could've been onyx.
Opal, obsidian—an obsessive evening of anguish.
Colliding as I crash on repeat, reckless.
At the very intersect of valour & arrogance exists an abyss,
a blackhole of laboured breath that blankets us like breakfast.
Grief is a graveyard of gifts, organized in rows that remind us of impermanence.
Tied to trauma tinted by teflon terrorism—I will always be your hostage..
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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