The Mo(u)rning Sun






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A poem about how thoughts are like a tree- one leads to another and so on. Just some creative release. Hope you enjoy! (Contains some dark-ish images, but you'll be fine. 😅)

The Mo(u)rning Sun

"In your future,

"In your future, I see blood,

"In your future, I see blood, I see scarlet

"In your future, I see blood, I see scarlet that runs in your mind

"In your future, I see blood, I see scarlet that runs in your mind Like a waterfall of ichor.

Your organs shall burn

Your organs shall smolder

Your organs shall rot

Your organs shall rot And crumble into gnarled flesh

Your organs shall rot And crumble into gnarled flesh Eradicating the painted skin

Your organs shall rot And crumble into gnarled flesh Eradicating the painted skin you once had.

Your wish to live by the bottle,

Your wish to live by the bottle, Shall leave you to perish

Your wish to live by the bottle, Shall leave you to perish by the bottle;

Your wish to live by the bottle, Shall leave you to perish by the bottle; A writhing mass of muscle and tissue,

Like paper,

Like paper, flaking and festering

Like paper, flaking and festering Congealing around your imploring eyes,

Like paper, flaking and festering Congealing around your imploring eyes, To emulsify around

Like paper, flaking and festering Congealing around your imploring eyes, To emulsify around streams of black ink.

It shall be the death of you.

It shall be the death of you. Now mourn."

The mirror was the sole witness,

The mirror was the sole witness, Of her monumental collapse,

As in her mind,

As in her mind, The demons danced

Among her decaying delusions.

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