Seep into my veins
Rot me to the core
Tear me up from the inside out
Beat me 'til I'm sore
Rip out my lungs
And fill them poison
Make my skin thin as paper
Shatter me made of porcelain
I rely on tubes, pins, and needles
All of which hurt inside me
Slay the monster of growing cells
But while you're killing it, I'm also dying
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
