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[j_z]

i woke up in her
falling ember
cinder ashes storm.
all the weight of oxygen
all the weight of
being caught between
sky and rock.

when i was a child
i had the distant memory
of picking myself
off of the ground
and picking rocks
out of my ears.

devils don't move.

she thinks i'm a devil.
i am but a mirror.

friends don't ask questions
if they know you're predatory.
enemies stay out of the radius
no one but me remembers
when life began:
as soon as the rocks
fall from your hand.

it's always harder to
feel it and not say it.