The dead girl felt herself drowning:
sinking, sinking, sunk.
Panic, terrible and thick,
Caught on the tip of her tongue.
A beautiful world bubbled bright above her,
Her eyes could no longer blink.
To take in all that beauty--
well, there was nothing left
to do
but
sink
Unidentified
Things I lack:
sweet dreams don't cut it anymore.
Instead, all I feel is
cut cut cut.
Cut up, cut out, cut cut crazy.
So hollow,
masking something scary swollen.
Harboring Gollum
was a place I never wanted to be.
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