ashes, ashes! Ky
ashes, seeping through the skin,
filling up the
pores of my voidit is suffocating
to breathe through
those dreams I have to burn,my skin now smell of ashes
marked by the veins of my
burnt dreamso' nobody knows, the pain of it
the scar over my beheaded soul
the loss of myselfbut I know
i know of myself Yesterday.
&you do, too,
you know who i was onceToday,
this girl who looks so much
like me,
she is a guest taking up my bodyshe looks at me,
through me, with my eyes
without recognitionthis girl, she is painted
with the smell of burning ashes
an inescapable perfume
touched along her failed skinand you smile, from inside
those ashes
as you rape another one of
her dreams...
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