Crematory Confession

Crematory Confession
I imagine
the incense
his ashes
clingingtome.

Stuckontheskin,
Blurring my vision,
Cloggingmythroat,
Please let me breathe.

imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry

Please be proud of me.
Is what I am doing enough?
I tried,
And I wish I had tried more.

Do you smell smoke?
Something burns.
Forked tongues of flame scraping against my insides.
It is all lost now, far away across the sea.

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