hair streaked with daggers
and iron filling her lungs
each breath a shot of poison
that makes me want to run
but running makes it worse
she gets off on the fighting back
so i have to stay completely still and be willing
to ache and burn and die
until the opportunity comes that i can finally hide
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Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
