Carving You In

My hands are scorched

My flesh peeling away

I can still smell you on my body like the remaining embers of a forest fire

I'm limping, holding my chest, trying to keep myself from spilling

All the flowers from my head blossoming and scattering with the ashes

You're watching me

Fleshless, crawling, the delicate wings on your back crashing onto the pavement

Hands on the ground, you carve yourself in

Digging onto the grey, hot ground you bury yourself with silent whimpers

Echoes of a past you try to rewrite and a present you are trying to survive

I have no more love to give you

You emptied me dry

I have no holes to help you dig

Skin to cloth you

Hands to finish your story

I am nothing but a carcass of my old self