A long night inside

Wild Flower
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read
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Part 2 of a collaboration with Garnet following “Wildfire”

I stood on your embers
expecting the soles
of my feet to burn.

“SEAR ME NOW” I scream
I need the scars present
for when I am not.

Visible remains
make explaining
less of a task.

Perhaps I should eat you
swallowing the bites
I’m unable to chew?

Digest you
all the way out?

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust

sometimes charcoal
tastes better
than this reality.

But lately? I’ve lost my appetite.

I’ve lost
right from wrong,
somewhere between
home and away.

Deep inside
I still feel
your howl
distant and faint
like everything now.

I’m burning my desires
dropping my passions
in this pit

waiting for the explosion
that burst you
back into my existence.

Hiding behind
this cloak of fear
I curl up by the fire
and repeat

“I am not this skin”
“not this skin”

Not.
This.
Skin.

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Wild Flower

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Just a girl finding herself and sharing the process. Mainly poetics but I dabble in a bit of everything. “Unshackled by the key to myself” — journey with me.

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