Exceptional Pain is just a word, the reality is far deeper... Sewn Into the Sky : The Skeleton's Puppet by GregoryCody

Lacking everything, craving nothing, death is but a tease under the ice. My artificial or dying skin is much too small now... my arms are ripping through the shoulders, flames breathe onto my back with a dragon's envy, blue snow digs into my belly with metal cleats. my toes break apart-- crunchy lettuce snaps so loud at night. My scalp bites at every follicle-- fire ants feast on itchy flesh. My legs beg to sprint but pray to get rest. Vices lock onto each sweaty muscle-- skeleton fingers plucking strings... lullaby of a maniac. Sleep giggles eerily behind quivering eyelids; diagonal thoughts warp my twisting vision-- lacking everything, craving nothing, death is but a tease under the ice. Recognized Author Notes Feel free to please ask for the reason behind this piece. It is a personal subject but I'm happy to share if you're interested. Maybe you know what its about already...

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