Fractured Glass in Oblivion

Halcyon

 I crack , I crumble , glass being the closest thing to myself now .

A glass sword impales me , the azur handle twirling with dancing crimson along its cursed edge , absorbing my spirit.

I am then left, an empty husk ,
a glitching program with no understanding
of the monotone world ,
a superficial and crumbling place .

  • Author: Halcyon (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2019 20:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sylviasearcher

    Two amazing poems!
    I am enjoying your prose 🌈



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