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I'm left clinging to

 the rock that once supported

my entire house, my entire body.

 

Now of course, I'm nothing

but  a chimney.

Bricks black and

charred from the very same flame

that ate the doors

and walls that once stood proud.

 

I'm left alone, unclothed.

I'm the only visible proof

of the baches that used to

occupy these caves. 

 

Over time, I suppose,

I'll be gone too.

Unpicking the last seams of these

already frayed memories.

Taylor's Mistake


By Phoebe

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