The Reckoning

the sky is falling in
and I cannot breathe
an unstoppable force meets a bitterly breakable object
with my cartilage crushed
and wheezes escaping punctured lungs
my heart oozes black
thicker than blood
a pulpy oil, a charcoal honey
my arteries are bursting
I shatter like porcelain
I am not made for this.

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