Sanguine
It is never painless to bare my bones. But this time, in our embrace, I find only my flesh worn by you as armor."What have you done?" I scream, tearing at you, fingers bleeding.
"You'll have it back. But look at me, I'm you," you laugh. Your eyes, the only things still truly yours, gleeful.
I cry your final tear while your life flashes before me, as my charcoal heart turns you.
Your story is mine now. My old self shattered into a pile of bones, then dust.
Poetry by mickeko
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Written on 2026-06-19 at 11:27
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