Rotting earth

Dirty fingernails

Blood stained shirt

Silk feels comforting against my skin

Snagging scabs and wearing thin

Throbbing head

Living substance of a thread

In love with the shape of my bones

I can’t go home

Muscle atrophy

Death of agony

Soul separated and quaking

Spiritual awakening

Follow the stars

The shape of scars

In a grave

Empty bottles litter the hollow

Unsure how many pills I’ve swallowed

Dull razor

Dented knife

I left my life

In flames

Ashes blur my vision

Spiritual collision

Damp matches

Last cigarette



No one

Could see

Me screaming

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10 thoughts on “Flames

        1. It helps me get all the bad stuff out of my head, and it does haunt me… so I release the ghosts. Write a dark one for me please? I’ll try to write a light one. Ah-ha a challenge!!

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