“Old Bones, New Sins”

 

my old bones ache for you

 in a pile,

in a cave,

in a jungle,

older than the sickly green sun that shines upon it

they remain unbleached,

waiting for you to drag them from the darkness

and let radiation cook my sins away

or perhaps,

simply for you to join them

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About ashlomen

I am a self-destructive, lazy writer/poet... wasting my full potential on a world that doesn’t care.
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