One.
Two.
Three.
Hundred, Fourteen.
All that makes up me,
All that I can see
to be to want to scream.
Oh… but what I could be,
As delicate fragments of me
fall at your feet.
Grinding
teeth in mouth.
Tapping
foot in shoe.
Of anger the hungry gleaming from every piece of me to you,
This fluctuating, fragmented
fire of me
Three.
Hundred,
Fourteen.
But… All those pretty things I have seen
She, who was before me.
She who fell at their feet, bleeds into the earth
stains our feet
spinning spectrums of red
Me.Me.
There she told me
But I am already choking
on my
Three.
Hundred,
Fourteen.
Numbers swim through me
a lie lie lie
Is it now that I die?
Oh the gleam,
Pretty gleam a stream
of me goes running.
Oh hunger,
my angry gleaming
from every minute piece of me to you
then I fall to your shoe
enough for you
enough for you
enough for you
Wipe dirty mouth clean.
Three. Hundred. Fourteen.
Oh…to scream.
This piece of writing, like every piece with a deep meaning, is quite difficult and hard to figure out. Maybe I will never tell anybody what 314 means to me, maybe you will work it out. Just know that every word has a meaning, no matter if expressed through eyes or touch or number or mind. And I hope these ones impacted you in some way, the message is a very emotional one. Thank you so much for reading, it truly means everything to me xx
Love, Misstery
Beautiful❤
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Thank you!!
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I love this.
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Ahhh thank you so so much! x
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This may sound weird, but I read this post on my phone earlier and wanted to come back to it; I’m really loving the addition of writing (like poetry style) to your blog! Very talented x
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That honestly means so much to me, so glad you liked it x
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