And the words she spoke were sure to devastate.
It seemed she did not know the extent of the pain,
The empty feeling that she could create within him.
The whining twist within, the violent turn of the organs;
The swift destruction of the solid stance he held,
And the crushing of every singular thought treasured.
For the whispering sounds that we all collect inside
Eat out the backs of
our eyes.
Oh how we tried.
But we were not strong enough.
We cherish the little things and devour the remains.
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