she couldn’t see the abyss through iron, she just wanted to get back home.

shattered faces and slithering tongues, seeing both sides of the world is the curse of a heterochromia heart,

jaded in one eye, crushed in the other; the shield of metal on her forearm more arm than shield,

it’s just drowning silently, with a smile, they coaxed, open arms with razorblade embraces,

they named it the call of the void, she remembered

and wondered what it would look like on the other side
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