Excerpts and Etudes
And after the fire is extinguished
body smoke
bones ash
I chant your name like a mantra
An invocation
See how you burnt me
Is this a life?
getting to know the stranger I've become
Are you sure?
You can either be a ghost,
wandering
Or be a God, watching
wishing you could.
It hurts where I'm from
what I'm made of
every memory a wound
price paid for recollection.
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