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RSV

Feeling the crystal's symmetry breaking
It was worthwhile to know
That it had not broken the bonds
That lacerated my mind
In its perfection
Its crystal perfection

And the ringing in my ears withstood the test
Of harmonic amplification
And I crumpled in bed
eyes sore
eyes dry
eyes bleeding their drops
On the sheet

And I cried out
Ringing spinning grinning faces (please stop)
The ice and diamond running through my skull (please)
Green and reds within earshot (plea)
Spinning grinning dizzy faces (NO)
filling my mind with their perfect imperfection (Mom!)
The ice laughing, piercing my heart (gurgle)
Flecks of diamond expelled from my window
Fly Fly Fly
Into the knife
Wtih the ringing ringing singing of the ice

It is Hell
Should Hell not be created
But is.

© Elonshivaar - in real life Roger Roybal (with my middle initial, it anagrams to "Arboreal Orgy"). I have had an inverse relationship with my writing; when life is decent, I write more dark stuff. When life is less than ideal, I write lighter things. Lately, though, both life and writing have congealed into a kind of unlit numbness. I'm a senior majoring in "life sucks... deal with it."