want to vanish inside the diamond—
No warmth of blue light, no scream for help
can pierce its silence.
It reflects only selfish care,
The suffocating breath of love.
No soul can shatter my barrier
To touch me with cold, rotten hands—
Hands that burn my body
and devour my heart alive.
I don’t need to run—
Not from shadows heavy with loneliness.
No whispering dirge, no song of death
Shall seep through these walls.
I’ll cast out all the dead butterflies
Spinning in my throat,
A white Swan that seep from the cracks
in my soul
That still longs to breathe.
Can I live—
Can I live in soil that tastes like cold medicine
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