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nostradamsel

nostradamsel

A poet. A writer. A dreamer. I write poetry and fiction, and whatever else my heart desires. I dream of something more beautiful than the stars.

dripping

Jul 9, 2026
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dripping on the pavement- dripping on your skin.

blood of highest order,

breaking down the thunderous sounds,

of crawling on knifes edge-

of hoping for a win.

slicing through the darkness- slicing through the lies.

crackling sounds of broken clouds,

pouring open onto black earth,

of dying and decay-

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of holding up the skies

seething in the black pit- seething in the deep.

apocalyptic sounds of screaming,

cacophony raining scorched verse,

of scratching through the dirt-

of losing ways to speak.

clawing at the frozen flames- clawing at the ice.

murmured sounds of chrysalis,

spilling into arcane spirits,

of bleeding out desire-

of trying not to die.

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nostradamsel
nostradamsel

Written by nostradamsel

A poet. A writer. A dreamer. I write poetry and fiction, and whatever else my heart desires. I dream of something more beautiful than the stars.