she is everything
when she's not here.
she touches all and burns all,
and all that lingers is the scent
of carbonized flowers.
she is everything.
she is here
and everything is nothing
you've drowned her too,
where once was wild fire
now is just fissured charcoal.
dirty.
her everything was too little
for the enemy of life in you.
all that remains is black fingerprints
on the white sheets
that you'll just throw away.
she is nothing.
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