It is I who be incredibly,
even mentally, marcid
to have plunged such a blade
into your undead corpse; a lid
shielding away such a wretched,
forsaking heart, one the cause of
genocidal acts upon itself, exploiting
a longing unknown to those thereof.
A yearning, undiscovered by monsters
of then, known to dance the seas
and swim alongside the very stars
which granted such abilities.
To distance with the unresolvement
as no fair farewell, or none at all,
a play more horribly went
than any pawn; so how wonderful
my merciless spear wound so deep,
to no wonder my mind, rage so broken,
to no wonder my words, make them weep.
The shards of this wounded organ,
have not far to dig to reach the place
where you’ll get no peace of rest.
Not far before I plunge my blade, with haste,
into the position your heart no longer nest.
ABOUT
Deetzy is an asexual multi-hobbyist who has been diagnosed with depression, major anxiety, and AuDHD. Though when she first found out about these terms, she was wholeheartedly opposed to aligning with them. She was taught that her problems weren’t as bad as they could be, therefore invalid. She was often brushed aside and told that nothing she dealt with was a big deal from people she should’ve been able to look up to. So she turned to writing as a form of trying to figure out her mind and the very confusing world around her.
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