spontaneous combustion

my head is filled with space
on the brink of explosion,
and I might just spontaneously.

Black and blue diamond bruises
wound my parted veins,
you arrange my thoughts
into dissections,
daily forgetting my name.

A ray of sunshine
throws life on my grave,
silver lining to a heaving

Reflections of tarred tears
caught on damaged sequins,
tampered demon of the moon
spitting feathers instead
of forgiveness.

ink is free, so...

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