Little Secrets

Thin Thread

Oh how easy it is to end…

Life is but a thread.

One action shifts existence.

The door opens into the abyss.

The flutter ceases…

To be or not to be.

Hate pours out of vessels…

Into pools enter poisons.

Hold your breath under water.

Fish swim backwards.

The dirt is like silk…

Filling up empty spaces.

Someone watches in the distance.







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