- You sunk a bullet
of meddling anxiety
deep into my chest.
I think it’s still bouncing
around my rib-cage
somewhere,
and I just know
that this exit wound will
- And all the this nervous energy
ricochets inside my body,
shredding both my nerves
and the art of keeping it
- There’s a swollen stream
inside my head,
it bursts in streams
that wets the neck,
with the sweat of dreams,
nightmarish yet
in the sense that they seem
both incredible
and a possible bet.
- My spine
cracks with
the aches
I cannot carry.
- My teeth grit
because my hands are bound
but rest assured,
I shall choke you
on the ashes that I’ll rise from.
- I blood promise
to walk back with you
to that better place
I’ve been telling you about
Check out my Instagram at keeper.of.the.lost.art for more fresh poetry and art ❤
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This is too good 😍
Looking forward for more such contents !!
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I love all your posts❤
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THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETS 🙂 This is some of my older work, if you want to see more, you can check out my instagram at keepers.of.the.lost.art
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Amazing mate
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This intensity reminds me of one who took in too many others’ feelings, and felt debilitated, shattered, by the wounds that the bullets of those feelings brought forth.
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