This is the first poem in my E. C. Alice collection. This one is dedicated to khvampire1. The reason for these will be explained when (or if) I ever post this story that I'm writing. But just look at the name of the author (which is not actually my name).
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Everything Shatters.
By E. C. Alice
Crystal and mirrors
Falling through
The air.
The tang of blood
Is ripe
And overwhelming.
How harsh
The sound
And the burn.
Of the scratching
In my throat
And the way
It claws away
At my lungs.
My heart
Has not beat
In too
Many days.
And it will
Not beat again.
The sound
Of souls
Falling.
Everything
Shatters.
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So, how did you like it? I'll post another one sometime soon, if I can, but I want to hear what people think.
