Perhaps I hold nothing in the webs of my hands
The lines of my fate and karma entwine to the infinity held within the cosmos
With the finality of crumbling cores and planets swallowed whole
As above-so far below, I destroy all within my path and call it my truth,
Yet I count the horrors in my life and cradle them as my tragedies
Name them after every drop of blood I've spilled slaughtering the faces of my grief worn by another's body
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PoetryA LIT MATCH IN AN UNLIT HOME THREATENING TO BURN BURN BURN my late night words for late night viewers
