smoke filled lungs
tar soaked
burn my throat
everything is ashes
dust to dust to dust
my armour is rusty
and falling apart
long lack of use
an empty shell
a creature lost in the storm
i am flayed
(who is who though,
who am i though
who am i)
the heart is as large as a fist
mine is clenched
beating itself to pieces
in a hollow chest
(a heavy, hollow chest,
dropped to the bottom of the sea)
what if i cut off my hands
my tongue
(i don’t want to touch anything,
with these stumps
i don’t want to feel,
with this fist)
i am limbless
i am a stain
(who am i though)


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