Oct 2, 2022
"Bone Marrow"
Shadows return, no pages to burn, the love and the appreciation have all gone to scorn, the bones of the past have emptied their marrow into the walkways of filthy afflictions.
To step and to crunch upon the souls of the damned is to be harrowed by the vengeance of regrettion. My regrettion. I must now swallow my transgressions, whole.
I choke. My shadow tells the story of the molds I broke.
Now I'm awake. No more bones left to break. Reinstate the ruins to which my unity has crumbled. Let this end, I'm buried deep in your misery.
Again.
-Kill the Mirage Poetry
-Tracy Cregg
