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Ashley Rose
Poems
May 2015
Necrosis
With a pen and paper,
I undertake the no named tug
that lures me
to recount the memories.
The thoughts are
entangled with my blood.
I feel them gushing through
every nerve and vein.
They are gritting under my skin,
risking to collapse my entire self.
I donβt know how to
make it stop.
All I can relive are late nights,
forsaken in my bed
reminiscing about you.
If you were here.
These moments seep through
my skin like a leaky faucet.
The act of forgetting
is simply necrosis.
My stomach has become a valley,
empty but for the stones that crash.
Shards lay everywhere
and it has pierced my essence.
Dear one, what am I to do?
Am I to extinguish my flame to
stop the misery?
Bruises are forming everywhere.
#love
#life
#pain
#death
#loss
Written by
Ashley Rose
Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)
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