the ruin of me.

the ruin of me.

the ruin of me
blackened
a statue carved in
ashes.

is there a phoenix beneath this,
feathers blazing glory
pride, beauty?

is there resurrection in this
destruction?

what is left?
there's nowhere
left to run
and only shadows
left
to hide within
no crimson red
to all this skin.
to ease the pain
with sweet dark promise.
suffer in silence instead.
hiding under smiles.

i want to be good again.
strong, pure.
not dust, not ashes, spent and grey.

beautiful for you
something worth holding
worth
that most sacred, hated word.

one day, one day, one day
like a siren, late to the fire
here only for the aftermath.
one day, one day...
it keeps me warm enough.