Birth

on one personal pain...
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The catastrophe of the night,

ravished me with a meteorite,

of the heavenly space.

I welled up, as an emotion,

unexampled, inexplicable,

I felt highly vulnerable.

The dark barbarian has his hands,

and legs and his whole body,

rested upon my flesh,

crushing it down the earth.

I cried, I spewed out my stomach,

my eyes came out of the skull,

my skin ripped off and my mind,

left alone, like an emotion inexplicable.

I cried.

Tears turned to blood.

And I knew the morning was coming.

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