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.a mother says to her son
can you feel the world lodged
in your rib? do not tell
me you can't, it's right there
and let's not tell god
anything about this, let's give
him the silent treatment like
he's giving to us,
sometimes i wake up wanting
to shred myself into ribbons
tie me up in a bow and send myself
to your doorstep with no
return address and let you deal with it,
you're not listening and you're not
understanding, you're too busy
trying to read all the text, but
i can go days without speaking
one word, got a habit of holding my
breath diving into my own mind
for hours, blue bottomless pool
river veins with the bones of a dream
drifting through, some stuck on the
banks all dried up and thirsty, this
shark tooth reminds me of you so i
press it in hard, still not one single
drop, a baby raccoon floats by with
no life but wide eyes, i know you'll
pray the horned god sends him
straight to the sea, drown him out
with that voice that says maybe
next year when you search for
DenmarkxDead!Reader - Empty
Mathias sighed gruffly as he dug through his pocket for his key. He extracted the key when he finally found it, and unlocked the front door to his apartment.
“_____, I’m home,” he said, but stopped himself when he realized that he was entering an empty room.
Empty. That’s how he felt for the past several weeks now.
He wanted her back. The love of his life. The only person he had ever truly cared for––and had cared for him in return. He wanted her to greet him when he came home, to smile and kiss him as sweetly as she had before.
But she never would again.
Mathias sighed again and closed the door behind him.
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