Ribbon, whirpools of light ☆☆☆☆ +fiks*

The fjord looks like a ribbon

I'm standing knee deep in the blood

Smells like sugary water,

and iron

Hungry, 

i look up at whirpools of light

So bright, like a never-ending escape

Like some recreation

of hope,

flowers/ocean mist

new beginning

This sharp pain

This loneliness

Like the rotting of a heart

Like the rotting of me

Laying in a ditch by the sea

I used to think

In my selfishness

If some explosion hit

If dead stars would omit their light

A quasar of death*

If now must be the end of it

Then i would be okay to go with it

To not sit with this

Gone in splints

Like i used to think about blenders and cliffs