Starved
Counting each moment
Falling into myself
Falling apart
Bit by bit
Sick
As each thought erodes
Parts of myself
Wither
Who is this girl
That I have
Unearthed
Carved
Out of myself
Resurrected
From the dust
Of a former
Where is her mind
Wandering
Lost
Fractured by
Hunger
Control
Anger
Fear
~ may I die this way ~
2 comments:
strong and wistful at once, love the fragmented structuring to illustrate build up the emotion
like the blog.
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