There is a blackness here.
Haunting the ceiling.
Breathing in the shadows and exhaling black.
There is a panic here - filling all the windows.
Masking the air with cold sweat.
A black blackness. Ebb and flow.
Glittered heartache and bleached bones.
Take it upon yourself to tear me apart.
rip my nails from these broken hands.
fixmefixmefixme.
Slit my throat and bleed me out.
I’m falling and it feels just like dying used to.
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