onsdag 20. desember 2023

cliff

anger fuels me
strange energy
pulls me to cliffs
edges of humanity
i cling to the trees
the rocks
the moss
nails ripped out
fingers break off
i let go
dragged to breaking point
lightning in my bones 
splits in the stones
i'll just
shut the fuck up

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