Poetry
My soul is translucent
Bearing an entity nasty and charred
Or maybe
My agony isn't red enough
My screams pierce my ears
And I'm sure the wing carried them
Or maybe
It's just white noise
Miasma surrounds me
It constricts my lungs
Or maybe
I've just forgotten how to breathe
My eyes are stolid, my skin is slit
Beads on the floor glisten and gleam
Or maybe
Scarlet blends in well with the darkness
Their eyes are stinging
With memories of me I hope
So maybe
I'll get to live after I die ⭐⭐
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