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Ashed

she turned me to ashes
slowly, softly
til i became little remnants
of char
to offer the world

she held each speck of me
cradling as she wandered
and though the wind could release me
my body stayed there
she held each speck of me

could i rain down on the moonlit earth
to touch the grass i never ran in
collecting on the ground
like blackened snow
blackened... thatís all i am now
stuck inside her masculine hands
i dreamed of coming together
my bits scattered and dismembered
not whole, but gathered

i left them a trail of dust
imprisoned, yet on the brink of discovery
will they follow me, for once?
or ignore my cries like they did
when i stood in one piece
will they follow the shadow of me?
as she holds me close
so that soon i can be tossed away
meld into one soul
so she can be destroyed
and never play with ashes
or her sin
again
Thetravelingfairy
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