A Voided Droplet

black water, streamed down as tears.there was a relief, to lose the pressure.late nights, breathing through the fears.movements created winds and water.actions caught, to break free from lesser.metal shards and blood to slaughter.caught to crumble, rushing to bottom feeders.surrounded by figures, faceless and righteous.kicking my confidence asunder.a knife in the sand doesn't draw lines.when the …

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A transformation is happening. The spaces between are fragile. Fatigue and muck cuts a diabolical combo. There's always a balance. Always a change. Not a crack. A clean split. Smooth.A line is drawn either way. And, what is left at the absolute bottom?A core remains at every ending. For me, that's---