The ash is falling off again, love.
Leaving pink stinging wet skin.
The basin water thick with soot and flakes of me.
Neck deep...
What does it mean this time?
Asked as I contemplate my inexperienced flesh.
Have I been reborn... or burned at the stake.
Or... am I just now noticing my innocence?
Fuck it... hate it... don't question it.
There is no meaning to infer.
Only noise and sensation.
Sharp... unpleasant... lonely sensation.
It's not going away.
Atarah... it's not going away... not even when I see your smile.
I can't silence it, shut my eyes to it...numb myself to it.
It's an abyss only you can fill.
