In this lifetime
lullabies won't do
in this lifetime
I will make it home
if I have to jam my fist through the empty mirror
and see the endless through a jagged hole

	The bodies found under the bed
only somewhat burned
lungs filled with smoke
how a life scorches and curls
not enough air to burn
all the way down to honorable ash

	If one could unfurl this blackened flower
without breaking it

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