The Poem I Wrote During Biology
a hole in his side;
crimson patch that
stood out
glaringly against his
marbled skin.
limbs tangled lie
a twisted spider;
pathetic like
a gunned-down-dog.
perhaps the crushed glass
that coated his head in
a crown of perpetual ice,
would encase forever
the gleams of crystallised
sanity that slept within.
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