Nothing But AshA Poem by Lucia Delarosa
Tendrils that lick my skin
Tearing into me, Pulling me apart bit by bit, Leaving nothing But tender pink flesh in its wake. The horrid sounds I hear I find are my own. Ripped from my throat so vehemently, so vivaciously. Soon consciousness ebbs away from me. Numbed beyond anything, A feeling beyond anything, Both detested and welcome, despised and loved. The twisted screams and cries are my final swan song. My flesh crumbles away Becoming blissfully nothing, Regrettably something. Nothing but ash. I think to myself. Nothing but ash. I scream to myself. Nothing but ash. I whisper to myself. Nothing but ash, Nothing but ash, And then there is only smoke. © 2011 Lucia Delarosa |
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Added on September 30, 2011 Last Updated on September 30, 2011 AuthorLucia DelarosaShreveport, LAAboutThe emotion that is too great to be named aptly, spoken coherently, explained lucidly, or shown vividly can only be hinted and implied with hopes of the desired result, the desired result being the id.. more..Writing
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