poems I've made :]
The tepidity washes over your corpse
Still with a smile on your face, you seethe away
Still with the pot in my hand, a wreath dyed grey
A blank stare around the kitchen no longer, it warps
No longer recognisable as anything but a graveyard
Though I cannot claim innocence, though I cannot ever go back
An insatiable ringing somewhere in my ears, like some sick claque
I felt that I wanted to say 'I'm sorry', but you're already charred
Already consumed entirely by the warmth
~30th january, 2024
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