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
the rivulets of
molten painthistles
until you
are the only
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
because of the pain
i am
i am thankful
you exist

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