-‘And the Wind left me’-
Dead, listless
This is how i stand, propped against the wall
arms hanging limply
legs buckled, knees touched
fingers curled at grotesque angles
the slow steady tread of white wispy smoke
rising in this strands off my bald, skinless scalp
I am fully clothed, protecting my gray bones
from the harsh elements of the fire squelched
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