I'm standing on the ashes
Of who I used to be
I love the smell of sulfur
So much that it's almost troublingIt's almost as if
I'm slowly going crazy
I'm dancing around
In the ashes of who I used to beAshes are supposed to be grey
So what I can't understand
Is why my ashes are a blood red color
Instead of being blandI'm slowly spinning
While the ashes float around me
It's a new year
I can finally seeI'm suffocating
In the ashes
Of who I
Used to be
YOU ARE READING
•Rose Water•
PoetryA book of poetry, Improvement. And love. A hot mess of life really.