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[Heathasm]

"Ashes"

In the acres of dead men I see with grimaces upon their face/I punch through walls of them/ until I plummet, and scrape the flesh of my brother’s skin, my fathers feathery blue eyes now entwined silkily with nostalgia/and the prospect I had suddenly becomes as a surprise/I feel this yearning to be abused once more/as these black wings are now penetrating the skin of my back-a spinal corset of feathers, filled with dandruff and diseased yellow specs.

One day I will reappear from these ashes and no longer yearn.

ok edittt//the slashes indicate each feeling/emotion i have, creating more ashes

this was a very quick write and i decided not to mess with it until i got some feedback from you guys :]