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She had once said that floating in a pool of emptiness is that of a peaceful but fleeting feeling, one could even say it felt almost euphoric in a way, but as she lies in the depth of this tranquil pool, she comes to an agonizing realization that the pool was deceitful, and in reality was just as acidic as that of a monster’s perception of reality. And now it was too late. Despite its acidity, life still managed to find its way to grow and now in an excruciating way, she is covered by lethal roots and thorns. Slowly losing the glint of warmth in her eyes of that of an ordinary person, the thorns of the roots suck her dry. Dry of anything that has kept her alive. Whether you think it is blood or simply her will or reason, she no longer lives and is nothing but that of a distant memory. A memory that was not meant to last, as she was nothing but that of an ordinary person reaching for something that was never truly real, or part of any of her realities.
End Note: This first poem, you can interpret it however you like but I'm mostly leaning to how a normal person would feel once they discovered how cruel reality really is. There can a bunch of more interpretations you can think of or relate to but that's the main one for this poem at the moment. Keep in mind that I'm not really good at writing, so whatever doesn't make sense, I'll try to explain it in the comments if I get any.