Ashy

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Ashy is my new favorite word

How I come back to take the ice 

Out of your mouth


I feel yellow

So much hate towards this hope

It settled in my stomach

Makes me so sick


One moment I'm enough

With my pale walls and eyes green 

As your raciness


And then I'm an unripe peach

Wet bathroom floor, unexpected downpour

A light bulb that glows and then

Leaves us in the dark


Won't you just take it, please

This napless, trembling thing

Even if it breaks - everything is better than

Not being touched at all


I'll watch you forever

Even when the waves cut up your skin 

Foreign and sick 

And sunlight makes it look 

Ashy and forgiving 













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