Day 2Here it comes.Day 2 by ~s-tanley
A beast set out for its prey.
A small soul,
Unsure of its readiness for the world,
Cowers.
The beast is a nothing yet.
It is without features,
And passion,
And blood.
It is only when the soul lets out a shriek,
Awakening life,
That the beast trembles.
It is a lovely sight.
This flesh will submit.
This umbra is the master here
Day 1"I am a poet."Day 1 by ~s-tanley
She whispers to herself in the mirror.
She's smiling.
She's being positive these days.
She's looking at her
And she's happy.
She is me.
She is a poet.
I am a poet.
I am happily, and confidently
A poet.
Weightless IllnessI'm not yet sick,Weightless Illness by ~s-tanley
Sore in my shivers,
Perspiring in night air.
I've still got
Words
In these bones,
Like helium.
I'm not far off, though
From dragging these dead weights
In glass skin and hollow flesh.
All I can do is try to dig
Myself out of this sunken
Naval ship
With trembling limbs
Before I cough up the sea
And break myself
Again.
I really appreciate it! 
And look forward to a lot more art from me very soon! 
Sta.sh
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