Imminent death


She readied herself upon me

Straddling her forte

It plunged deep

Her aim flawless

She twist with precision

My heart bled slow

She read her diary aloud

Sans weeping

A turbulent mind

Death came eventually

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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