immolate me
June 12, 2020
set me ablaze.
my concrete needs dissolving into a puddle
on my bedroom floor.
contain it before it traps another.
take paper. burn it. now mould a new
person from the ashes.
a songbird,
fresh and ready and growing and nothing like
me. and never let it near the concrete.
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