warheads
pressing in-formation
causing her throat to swell and tighten
building desire
like cities
digging tunnels
too deeply
disrespectfully
into her earth
creating openings
and avalanches
minute tragedies in her stomach
leaving little flags where maybe something lies buried
tragedy that has nowhere else to go…
eat it or fuck it
the catch cry as armies march in
spiralling down
screwing through
her well….meant vows
taking them down
merciless
as though somehow in opposition
to her own will
full
set up
take it down
like dominoes
impossible!
black and white photos lending sentiment to the horror of endings
it hurts
she curls
sucking her fingers
confused … pleasure or pain
life FUCKING LIFE
with it’s love and death shit
a tragedy
swinging gaily in her stomach
hilarious
not special
just because it has nowhere else to go
Thankyou Trent Lewin for your poetic and inspiring words from ‘Promise: The Ending’
Silver Poetry 
Another passionate combination of two art forms.
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Thankyou xx
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