Little ash girl
All lost in a twirl
Gases and rain falling on her
Crying out scared
But not knowing why
Seeing herself withered
She is the daughter of death
Eyes bleeding black
And skin the color of me
I’m hiding behind her
I hope she doesn’t see me
She wins my blood
And I know she can taste it
Steel tongue burning cold fire
She smells her desire
I’m breathing and breathing
Walking along
This dark dingy place
While she stands but not really
Like she is floating
Pain leaking out
And leading a trail
Me with myself
Thinking of a plan
And I reach into my pocket
And what do I find?
Maybe its lighter, maybe she can’t burn
Little lost sheep
I’ll toss into a heap
But she might bite me back
So what am I to do?
And here I am, a soul
Afraid of what was once me
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Submission Name: oveja
