What
did I do with all
the rage he gave me?
How much did I eat,
did I swallow?
What hell did I crawl out
of?
What did I do with all his
flaming tongues?
I burned.
I burned.
I burned.
I burned through the
sheets until I was
clean and new
and strange,
and the fire never
followed me again
after that.
After my new name,
my new face,
my new glowing body
next to the grave that
couldn’t have me.
—
FIRE
musicure · 7 years ago
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the design of this format is too perfect i might cry, lol