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Egoic Death
Egoic Death
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A trail of ants
Coming in from a small crack
Just above her head
Begin to crawl over her face
Some wonder further
Down her body
She keeps her glance
Eyes wide shut
As she lays in a bed
She's made,
Trapped in
Insecuritive thoughts
Her body numb
From stagnation
Of other day's
Her imagination,
Sends the sensation
Of
Her skin crawling
Burning bites.
Slowly
Eat away at her flesh
Whilst she lay,
In her
Satin red -
Dress
The bed she made
Was that of posies
A beauty dies
An egoic death
She rose
Arose
