Incinerated

I don’t have a god,

So I pray to you.

I count to ten

And hold my breath

Until my heart turns blue

Yearning for an understanding

I wouldn’t want comprehending

Bated, inflated, humiliated–

I am blackened, burned out

Incinerated


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