Ash floats around me
my hands caked in soot
the burnt match between my fingers.
Remnants of flames burning in my eyes,
smoldering rubble
smells of smoke and destruction.
I lift the match to my mouth
touch the tip to my tongue
the salty taste worth the raging fires of my sins.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
Ash floats around me
my hands caked in soot
the burnt match between my fingers.
Remnants of flames burning in my eyes,
smoldering rubble
smells of smoke and destruction.
I lift the match to my mouth
touch the tip to my tongue
the salty taste worth the raging fires of my sins.
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