bare skin
carving your name on my skin
my skin it burns
my stomach retches from inside
my lungs filled with remorse
i dont want this skin anymore
it burns it itches
i’ll shred it to pieces
are you here yet?
the ashes burn
my hands are getting cold
my insides are rotting
but you’re still not here
will you ever be here?
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