death by burning knows no era
and my demons have long
set me on fire.
i feel like a witch burning at the stake —
burning and screaming for too long now,
but give it time and maybe
even my nerves can learn to be numb,
even the lick of flames can grow cold;
and maybe even the ashes can feel like home.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
death by burning knows no era
and my demons have long
set me on fire.
i feel like a witch burning at the stake —
burning and screaming for too long now,
but give it time and maybe
even my nerves can learn to be numb,
even the lick of flames can grow cold;
and maybe even the ashes can feel like home.
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