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The End

blood drenched on my windowsill, bleeding wrists with hands in prayer, what miracles can we ask for here? sun is sinking below the belly of horizons and twilight bathes the mourners in its retreat. let the seas run red and the trees dream black let our world die in the savage fading light. palms spread open collecting pain, we reach for bounty and come back with nothing. ashes to ashes the powder to paste, i am your sinner full of grace. voice is stolen, throat cut clean, we have nothing to say does it matter if we can scream. this is the end and the end is here, my nuclear sun rise will show no fear.


About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

One response to “The End

  1. wiredwriter ⋅

    fantastic, the rhythm is perfect and the rhyme scheme dead on.

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