End of the World

Its pretty frantic

Out there

Pretty scary

And wild

Shooters and typhoons

Thinking the world is

Just a game of chess

I am a knight

But my armour lacks

Some shine

Rather its my character that will

Save me from the fights

The brawls of fists and iron

Teeth smashed

And i wonder why

People think the world is ending

But isnt it always?

So close to a precipise that

You forget life could be any different

Be still

He said

And that stillness is the only

Thing radically different

That it gives my soul

Life

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Womyn

I made up my mind

Yesterday 

Today

And tomorrow 

To become a stronger

Woman

Womyn

Girl

To feel glamourous in my skin

Forgetting

All the pain I have inflicted with my own

Hands

Words 

Lips

Honeycomb is only sweet if the

Swarm is far away

Images are only seen

If you can bear to open your eyes.