Does it hurt?

Does it?
I don’t know, why’d you ask me?
All I know is I’m sick of vomiting words
Like sharp stones
So put me in a cage of glass
Watch them fall trough
As shooting stars
Puncturing the virgin sky
asking us
“Does it hurt to exist?”

Malicia Frost

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About Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.
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