Ash and Bones

Ash and bones,

lightning and fire —

I lie in a battlefield,

covered with corpses.

No swords.

No guns.

Just my hands

and my war cry.

Battling myself,

battling the world.

The corpses begin to rise.

Ash and bones —

they stare at me,

and I stare back.

In the battlefield of my mind,

I face the bodies

of every version of me

that had to die.

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