you thought you saw light

but it was forest fires, eating me alive. My limbs are dead and dry. My rib cage cradles dirt and leaves, I'm empty inside. I will lay down next to you, but I fear a dead body would feel warm compared to mine, because I am barren on the inside.

• Published May 29, 2020, 01:31
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