I've ran out of fuel
I'm too tired to drive
I'd burn this car
but if the remains mean ash
then isn't death just a lie?
Even ash is touchable
and I'll remember my aquaplane.There's this pain in my blindside
so black I can't feel
that my life is a blowout
and I think I've derailed.Colliding with blue funk -
my kinsfolk are colour blind.
I'm rotting to death
and wearing perfume.
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Bethany Louise Rose2015