Sulfur
Smoke
Gasoline
Rotting earth
Dirty fingernails
Blood stained shirt
Silk feels comforting against my skin
Snagging scabs and wearing thin
Throbbing head
Living substance of a thread
In love with the shape of my bones
I can’t go home
Muscle atrophy
Death of agony
Soul separated and quaking
Spiritual awakening
Follow the stars
The shape of scars
In a grave
Empty bottles litter the hollow
Unsure how many pills I’ve swallowed
Dull razor
Dented knife
I left my life
In flames
Ashes blur my vision
Spiritual collision
Damp matches
Last cigarette
Dreaming
Candlelit
No one
Could see
Me screaming
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A Wise Woman Writes 
That is quite powerful. Brave to write and share.
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Thank you!
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Whoa… heavy and haunting, like an… overweight ghost? I’m sorry, that was terrible. I’ll try again.
I liked this!
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Thank you Ward! It’s ok to have a sense of humor about it – it’s helpful! And I always look forward to your laughs 🙂
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Well that’s good. I have one, a dark one sometimes, to get through this thing called life. 🙂
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It helps me get all the bad stuff out of my head, and it does haunt me… so I release the ghosts. Write a dark one for me please? I’ll try to write a light one. Ah-ha a challenge!!
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I wrote a dark one just today. If you mean dark humor… I’ll see what I can do.
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I meant dark… I haven’t seen it but will have a look
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It was pretty dark. But dark days are over.
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🙂
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