fill me up with salt and petrol
set me alight
send me up to the sky
burn the heavens on high
gather all my ash and embers
hide them in a jar
pretend that it's my heart
glowing in the dark
mix me up with iron shavings
wind me into stone
flecked with chips of my bone
like you can keep me from home
you called me a witch; a monster
living longer than life
but you were far from right
for i am only human
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
