"I carve a home
from the cathedral dome of
your ribcage
and whisper fervent hymns
into the bones,
jutting like pews,
staring into stained-glass eyes
and praying for something like
absolution."

"The suffering touched me too early,
I have burned myself out,
I am the bright ash without desire.
Now, only the silence endures dearly,
When I am still standing in the fire."

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