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| Captive of This House, photographed by Moondustwriter |
Face fleshed press to glass
In a prism of this stifling
Cartography—
Uncharted
waves of tempered light
Spatially charged with a dimension
Infused
into all
Memories remain, yet
soon shall fade
Clinging
tight you dare not cede
The last shreds of
Life
and dignity
And I wonder why
Why’d you evade the reaping?
How is it his sickle found not
thee?
Are you afraid, of how things
will be,
When fragments are all that
remain,
Incessantly tormenting with their sparse refrains?
I don’t know whether to smile
or cry
I can’t decide if should pray for the reaper’s
return
For I can’t see a fate forever resembling vengeance—
And
here I must cry, for hell never had you in its plans…
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