The Moth Diaries, Poetry
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2005-10-11 19:02:49 (UTC)

Poem 85- Burning Me

It's burning ashes to ashes,
And bone to bone,
Curdling the liquid form of
Death, into a soluble drink.

It's grinding bone to bone,
And skin to skin,
Smoothing the passive surrender
of poison into my veins.

It's cutting skin to skin,
Changing blood to venom and
Twisting my body into the ground,
Below the churning six of dirt.

It's burning me, ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, laying me
Deep beneath the sea.

© Lucy Griffin Oct05