if it doesn’t kill me, i will silently keep praying for the edge of the map

fat tear drops
drip incessantly
from my watery eyes
down leathery cheeks
to fall into space
frozen diamonds
left to drift
on the jagged edge
of this eternal
cycle of thunderous
unending agonies

i woke
tears swollen
already obscuring
the room
clenched closed
ignoring
the rivulets of
molten painthistles
stabbing
stabbing
stabbing
until you
are the only
beauty
i can picture
so i cling tight
to my love
hoping it will
steer me clear
of serpents in the sea
and from falling
off the end
of the map

i am not
crying
because of the pain
i am
sobbing
because
i am thankful
you exist

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