On the edge of the bed,
Her feet dangles
Swinging forwards and backwards
Her hand hanging limply. Emptily.
Everything is so empty.
Like a soulless body vomiting out words
Regurgitate, regurgitate, regurgitate
She swallows her salted wounds,
As the wings on her blades tremble.
Salvation,
Salvation,
This is her redemption.
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