𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲

Inktober Day 13

Prompt- Dune

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Counting the grains of sand to find the number matching the number of broken pieces of glass I held in my bloodied heart, painting the red of dying desperation into the wilted grass and the omnious black of despair, I let my deliberately naive teardrops rain like ichor over the parched earth that quakes under the burden of the countless corpses of ingorant sin, waiting for the weeds to grace the desert of ink.

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I dig my numb fingers into the dunes of time, searching for the fossils of my diaphanous dreams, buried under the heaps of broken promises and scalding lies. I trace the dying stars on the spoliate sky, picking up the illusions of glittering constellations to stick them on the torn blank pages scribbled with forgotten lovelorn verses that somehow got bleached of it's relevance in the cacophony of white noise.

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I lost myself, trying to navigate my way, through the unlit maze of harrowing nightmares with walls made of agonizing expectations, closing in on me with every ing moment, like a predator breathing down my neck, the spotlight burning through my paper skin leaving painful blisters all over me.

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Futile, is the frantic search for my identity, the one I never had. The person I'll never be, haunts my hours, the claws of the shadows of my past screeching my name digging into my mind, their grimy nails hooking itself around me, keeping my feet from going on forward towards the blissful eutopia of soothing calm and the liberation of soul like the unfazed winds.

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Days and nights spent searching for a single puerile impetus, to end with fistfuls of ashes, left behind by the burning fantasies that reeked of ignorance of fragile unscathed hearts that still dreamt holding butterflies inside them and finding fulfilment in the wreath of tiny wildflowers weaved with the magic of austerity and the exhilaration of letting every agonizing second go. Innocence was the most precious thing I could ever lose and regret was what was left in the hollow of its place by the world.

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