Ashes to ashes.

Pristine white, here you lay upon sheaths of sateen.

Fairy-tale fine.

You were always too perfect for this world.

Destructions lay at your feet

crush them.

You were always the better part of me.

Velveteen. Whispers. Scratches.

Marking my back once again.

I place my wisdom at your feet,

my halo upon the floor.

Dust to dust

you crumble and I am damned

deemed to collect every single speckle

you have left behind.  

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