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.