something for the reaper simps
[ for reapember's 3rd prompt: fangs ! ]
this one is under the cut bc its a tiny bit suggestive,,
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If mountains could weep
In the hospital's crowded hallway,
I stand alone,
Cold steel clatters,
Overlapping with somber screams,
Drenched in antiseptic—the reaper's lullaby.
The worst of it, however, is when
I see a father
Gazing upon his son—watches his own blood evaporate,
Leaving naught behind,
But the crumbs of a white dwarf.
Oh, the father
He used to be concrete and rocks,
A pillar of haven,
The core of a warm hearth.
But his iron heart,
Now starts to fracture,
Like a sandcastle
Facing the wrath of a storm.
He, who once blazed so bright,
Shielding us from the cold,
Now withers, grows pale,
His flame, once bold, now a blue ember.
As I gaze upon him,
I ponder the weight he bears;
In his shoes,
What fate awaits I—
A house of cards,
Should I, too, bear
Even a fraction of his woes.
yes, i've changed the way my stanza structures thank you for noticing (andd i've finally used uppercase at the start of the sentence)
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