rachael richmond


Forget I Ever Existed

i'm sitting here looking at it, lying there
like an elongated hedgehog too afraid to move.
i should pick it up and drag it through my dirty, tangled hair
but what does that prove?

i want to stay here, statue-like and solid,
made of concrete, my soft inner parts protected by a shell
or burn away into nothingness, like a soul vaporising in hell.

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