Monday, May 1, 2017


My hands gel very well with the white marbel
as my fingertips scrape a portion
squeaking in pain aloud
drowning my echoed thud
of tears that fell to my bare feet
hanging in midair
with the motionless eyes wandering
away to the bloodbath around

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