October 30, 2024
My body is an isle in the lonely sea.
My skin burns in the freezing isle. The vapors escaping my lips like a flying dragon. I crumbled my limbs as a cheap imitation of armor. My eyes can barely dare to witness the foggy garden.
I can taste my mouth.
My throat is thirsty for muse just as a rusty instrument.
I own no one to speak to.
It smells similar to a blood on a dying bird.
I tremble terribly.
I am more scared of me than the drowning world. Fear my dripping tongue more than sinking horror. A lot afraid of my blurred view than the smoky air. Terrified of the dragon than the blood. Forgive me for I still am my biggest fear.
Yours even as I fear to be
L
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