The Undoing

A Poem

Sana Rose
Sana Rose
Mar 11, 2020 · 1 min read
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I sigh,
a little wearily, audibly,
as if to tell myself,
this is never that
everlasting kind of ember.
The burns grazing
my throat at each breath,
the waters flowing,
yet, no less scorching.