Poetry · Writing

empty verse; live mutiny

i. watch. myself. through. a. window.

i lost my pulse

driving away in a hearse

my reflection is a curse

nothing but a blank verse;

i. wouldn’t. wish. this. feeling. on. anyone.

emptiness bred immunity

only one in my community

before banished via mutiny

leaving me with this opportunity;

let. me. leave. this. hell. i. called. home.

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