the smell of my cooled flesh after being burned was a horrific sight upon the clean streets,
my bare feet smothered in the grimy soot, stained the silver sidewalks.
pulling myself up limb by limb I stood from climbing, wavering but not falling once.
darkened flesh upon my bones, holes covering my clothes from my shirts to my pants,
where did my underwear go? I guess I lost it when I climbed out of the basement,
how odd cause that is where we did the laundry, guess you can't clean what has rotted off though.
so now I stand not expecting anyone to be here,
didn't see her hand reaching out to me until I bumped into her.
staring I wonder should I grab onto it when I know I can save myself?
or should I keep walking past her being a coward to my blood split heartbreak?
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
