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Oct 2017
I sit in my own embers
watching the charcoal
as it drifts and glides.

And I watch
I watch as others
drown
play
burst

And I feel
the sizzle and the sputter
of my skin that has long
since melted away.

And I wonder
if they notice
or if it matters
that phantom pains

plague my skin.
The Ember Lion
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The Ember Lion
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