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Black Fruit
November 2, 2023
Every day is a battle
But that day always brings me chills.
October 23rd,
The day a steering wheel
turned sharper than a blade.
The day my blue Subaru
was splattered with red.
You, a girl whose life
was stolen from a drunken bastard.
I cling to my knees,
shaking as your shadow looms over me.
An ineffable black void
that brings me to shambles.
Your shriek and your eyes
haunting my mind like a broken record.
Whiskey is turned to poison.
a license plate
dissolved to young ashes.
You were meant to live.
Now I just survive.
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Music fuels my creative writing, so this poem is very loosely based off of a song called My September by Korean music artist Nastyona.