she dreamt of forever, of her name on the lips of the gods in a world filled with light she was not an artist, but with one bullet birthed a crimson mural
dripping slowly, a river of blood, teeth, and hair hands drag her downward, gasping for air
her light fades
a daughter ripped from the void, left adrift in the sea nameless and abandoned — in the undertow she is free traumas crash around her like waves tides draw her into darkness — a welcome grave
she dreamt of forever, of her name on the lips of the gods, of not drowning alone she was not an artist, but with one bullet birthed a crimson mural
we all drown alone
with the first shot, she made him her masterpiece and with the second, she signed her name
she signed her nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
