leaks like liquid.
It stains bones black
covering my innocence
with ash.
A light illuminates
an alphabet
of silver stars that spread across
my expanse.
Brightened only by a half-way
smile
there's no relief
no choice
no control.
My heart is yielded
by the hum of hell
and a guile
of gimmick and gold.
I eat it up like a starving
Ethiopian
enticed by the
smoking smell of amber,
As
I turn into
myself
into my own.
into a radioactive wreckage
that hides inside me.
Sleep becomes surrender,
and I meet the curse of my crush
realizing the ill-illusion of
a moonstruck moment.
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