How can i stop this sweetness from killing me?
Gutted
out my woven parts,
the parts you cradle like a firstborn.
And the flames lick your hands,
burn through your sleeves.
Your paper arms of floating ash-
I feel the absence of the core.
I feel the empty lack of promises
scorching the back of your liars throat.
I sew shut my own eyes
with the silken thread of what once was,
what we once were.
Why won't you go away?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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