Time is a healer of wounds and scars,
but each tick of the clock is a stab and I’m bleeding out.

I sailed over the selfish seas and could taste the egotistical air as it burning my lungs with every breath, I reached the shore of shade and boarded a freedom flight to leave your poisonous planet.

At first your gravity was tenacious, but I summoned my fortitude to overcome your egocentric orbit.

The atmosphere around your world, now so vast that the void birthed a galaxy upon which I took residence.

Your world, population you, a lonely place of your own making.

No more barbed bombs dropping around me.
No more hiding from the snide sniper.
No more narcissistic napalm.


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