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cold
the icy face
of a statue
eyes
glazed over
a milky white
drool slipping
down my chin
slyly
fingers stiff
with cold
dead rotting
leaves in
rustling plastic
bags
inside of me
there is a silver
thread that
tightens around
my heart

drowning in
black bile
charcoal in
my stomach
breath stinking
of medication
(i pocketed that
sleeping pill, mother)
inside of me
she grins
slinky girl with
collarbones that
stick out and
hipbones that
jut sharply
shadows nestled
in the hollows of
her body
(she's in love with
them)

the emptiness
is loud in my ears
and i have to
pause and smile
where is that candle
blackened flesh that
stinks and
hot metal that
strikes my skin
like a flash
world turning white
for a moment

i am a hollow shell
in which the wind blows
and on my arms
you'll see that my skin
has charred
(i'll cut those burns open
and watch myself bleed)

charred love