Pluto

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

'Planet' Series.

I once would wake from dreams with a heaving chest,
and my cheeks hot from tears,
and my mouth wet with saliva.

It didn't make sense,
but the heaviness I hold in my head,
will my body not harken it?

I was falling backwards,
Spiralling out of orbit,
So far from the atmosphere,
that I could no longer hear voices.

I could touch your skin no more,
I couldn't feel the sand beneath my palms,
or the wind upon my skin.

Then it made perfect sense;

The heaviness in my head belongs to gravity.


Submitted: October 22, 2015

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DJcyan

I knew Pluto would be sad, but not THIS FREAKING SAD! YOU'RE KILLING ME TODAY I'M SERIOUS HERE! WHY U DO DIS, MAN?! I can't take it. I thought Mercury was sad, this poem makes Mercury seem like a freaking day at the beach. I will now go into the corner and cry my eyes out until I have the emotional strength to piece myself back together. ~DJ

Fri, October 30th, 2015 7:52pm

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