Tick

Noah

I reach, I scream into nothingness. 

I worship only the threads. 

That keep this storm locked up. 

The anger wants me dead. 

Weightless and hollow. 

Broken and shred. 

I rip out the bone that kept me ahead. 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 24th, 2017 04:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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