In Between Voids

February 6, 2020

Founded in the wounds self-destruction

Beneath wallowing tears that skip down merrily across flushed cheeks

Behind singed lips, as they crumble underneath unspoken words

As eyes choke at the sight of reflection against the silver mirror

Hands filled to the brim with nothing left to grasp for, except ourselves

Hidden beneath facad

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