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Inhuman

Stuck in the belly of something inhuman

Drowning me in its emptiness

Voices fill my auricle

Now my mind is infested with fear

Fear of leaving myself behind

No knowledge of time

Or measurement of love

Poison consumed to cope with the darkness

My mind is now a prison

Unable to reach any depth

Vision is blurred

Shedding the images of self worth

Words cut like chains; ripping through my soul

I fight back with fire

Smoke filling my lungs

In hopes of keeping me numb for as long as I am here

Swallowed, but I have made it my home

I am in human

Author:

How's it going? Welcome to my first ever blog. My name is Angelique, no I do not speak French fluently, but I wish I could. I am from Chicago, Illinois and I love to write about pretty much everything. I created this blog because I am extremely bad at writing in my journals, so I thought it’d be a great idea to create a blog and give myself the opportunity to challenge myself by exposing who I am to complete strangers. I also created this blog to connect with other writers and introverts like myself. I love the idea of creating a space for people who struggle with expressing themselves, but find themselves in other peoples writing. With that being said, thanks for vising my blog and don't hesitate to reach out.

12 thoughts on “Inhuman

  1. Love it! Nice ending. You should try submitting this to Night Forest Cell of Radical Poetry (if you haven’t already placed it elsewhere). I really think they would like your work.

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