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Ashley Jan 2019
My death shroud was in my suitcase
When my flesh stopped haunting you
My spirit had been exorcised years before
Do not mourn
For ghosts cannot die.

Unclench your tightened jaw
You have no fangs to tear and rip
And the dull teeth
Cause more agony.

Heed their howls
Fear the warning
I howled silently at your side
You only heard the screams from below
I knew you deaf, but thought you blind.

I watch these moments last for eons
Seconds like epochs
Breaths like gasps
You tried to drown me in the fish tank
Not realizing I already drowned you in the bath.

You found me again
That trembling sacrificial lamb I was
Let the cycle repeat for you
I refuse to be myself for even another moment
Give someone else a turn.

I stopped looking for your smile
In unfamiliar faces
I have been haunting strangers
Instead of going home.

I am the empty; unknowable
And I pray that if you reach for me
Your hands will slip
And fumble
Like feeling for a light switch
In a dark and unfamiliar room.
#love
Ashley Jan 2019
Host funerals for bridal veils
Leave cobwebs unperturbed
Autumn red as you
Cold as glances unreturned
Warm earth buries youth
Toss confetti from your hearse.
#love
Ashley Jan 2019
Docile creatures do persuade
My body bend and provide aid
To settle debts long since repaid
Bones do choose to crack and sway
So devotions come then fade away
Suffer the same and come what may
For docile creatures I've policed
I am not one who can tame beasts.

Docile creatures oft believe
Maidens chained do yearn to leave
Yet freedom can be cause to grieve
Teeth of beasts do gnash and grind
Til there's nothing tender left behind
I'll hide any light they find
Since docile creatures do not feast
I shall be devoured by a beast.

I have but I would rather give
I want not to end but to want to live
Yet docile creatures won't forgive
Those of us who turn up eyes
To receive crowns of stars from night skies
And listen to what the west winds may advise
As sure as the Lord smiles from the east
I could learn to love a beast.

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