Tired years
And aching bones
The colour of flushed skin

Broken upon broken
Veins unraveling
Their delicate intricacies

Unfurl this skin
And see me bare
I am nothing but smoke

An evaporated sea
Pulling in corpses
From the calm tide

Hold me in your arms
And tell me it’ll be alright
And perhaps then the stars
Will finally align.

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