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Ruinous
Ruinous
Ruinous
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Ruinous

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A free verse collection of modern poetry, Ruinous takes readers through cycles of depression, growth, hurt, and healing.


LanguageEnglish
PublisherKiana Lin
Release dateMay 15, 2022
ISBN9781736325575
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    Ruinous - Kiana Lin

    Ruinous

    Ruinous copyright ©2022 Kiana Lin.


    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the author, save in the context of excerpts for reviews or education.


    ISBN: 978-1-7363255-7-5


    Written, edited, and produced by Kiana Lin.


    Cover design by Kiana Lin.


    www.creativeinklin.com

    For those who are lost in a cycle–

    may we spiral upward.

    CONTENTS

    DESCEND

    CLIMB

    SLIDE

    ASCEND

    About the Author

    DESCEND

    Disaster pulsing

    Always beneath my skin,

    Downfall breathing in my ears

    Sweet promises.

    The raging, biting, scraping

    Inside my veins–

    It is constant.


    If I would loose

    That choking, biting control–

    If I only set free

    The claws grasping, holding

    My bones, my very being.

    My emotions, my mind, my self

    In check.


    I could do it.

    I could unleash it,

    My forever, unrelenting darkness.

    If I chose, I could be–

    No.

    However hidden, I am

    Ruinous.

    I was, am, livid, but you in your

    Ignorance, you call me timid,

    What do you know of cold rage?

    What of calculation?

    Darkly, quietly,

    Anger comes now,

    Without a

    Single

    Flash.

    I’ve made my missteps,

    Owned them.

    But the unacknowledged

    Mistakes of others–

    Those are what cost me

    The most.

    You brandished your weapon with intention,

    Challenging gaze meeting mine–

    You said it was to be used on you.

    But when wielding a knife,

    Eyes remain fixed on the target.

    And your gaze was locked upon my soul.


    And I had a choice,

    In those brief moments of eternity,

    To either bend under the weight

    Of your reckless manipulation

    Or to rise and rise and rise

    Above my own fears and

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