[pre]Feeling Ash
her stomach fell
and all was an ash baby, scarlet pink, a waffle in the
nurse’s hands.
I was sleeping in our old home
when I heard the news about
my brother
and I slowly
slipped around the
hospital, so no one would
see me.
...remember: when the
fire died down, and the house was all dust, there was still
an aching siren
sneaking through
the streets
and the black
followed me
around, ubiquitous.
it choked me
and the glass plopping like carrots in hot water made me
cringe, knowing
the feeling
of flesh and skin
blazing
through your stomach
destroying all
you have built
with your bare hands. [/pre]
