Empty Space
I feel the vast void of silence smothering me like a thief quieting me before consuming the things he need,
I feel powerless against reclaiming my existence; shy from the persistence of targeted interventions of the very meekness prolonging this screed.
I am full of overwhelming NOTHINGless as I extenuate reason to brother the emotion which hides like a thief in the night,
I vibrate intelligence off flaky skin and spade imprints of a renegade of the lover within who supplicates me to fight. I can fill a room with an expletive ME, and empty space for more room for my individuality.
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