A dark grey
sky
One cloudy
afternoon
A moment
where Castor and Pullox decided to meet each other up.
Not to say
Hello or to catch up with each other stories,
But to
argue.
A part of
you felt like they've torn you apart
And you’re continuously
being numb
Your bare
skin felt like a carved trees
With too
many carvings in it
You begged,
“Please,
make it stop. Make it go away!”
And you
wished for someone to get you out of it
But no.
You’re
alone.
A tear
becomes a drug to you
You keep coming
back for more
Like there’s
no sunshine for tomorrow
And with you
being tired, weak and small..
A prayer has
been made.
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